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apriorisea · 3 years

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Ok I’m seriously convinced you’re secretly one of the members...(Joonie is that u???) loool but for real, you write their personalities so well. So not a request, but a question?? Their “concepts” aside (like, “golden maknae etc”)... key personality traits & flaws for each of the boys? Like “passionate, sensitive, a perfectionist, or overly self-critical, etc” Which member(s) is hardest to write?Hope this made sense, I’m just super interested in your take on this :)

--First off, you’re so nice!!! Thank you so much:) And also, thank you for this question! I love things like this---even though it’s obviously all just my personal speculation 😅I listed my thoughts down below, but I would love to hear any thoughts (whether in agreement or disagreement!) anyone else might have! As for which member is hardest to write, for me I typically struggle a little more with Taehyung and Hoseok. For Taehyung, I think it’s probably because our personalities are pretty opposite (again, HUGE grain of salt, since I don’t *actually* know any of them in real life, so I’m just going off the little info we have), so it takes me a little longer to write his stuff. For Hoseok, I think it’s because there is so much more to him than meets the eye and his personality is difficult for me to pin down sometimes.

Again, thanks so much for your sweet words and thought-provoking requestion (it’s a word now)! I hope you find my take interesting! 💕💜

Seokjin:

Conscientious - I think Kim Seokjin is very, VERY aware of his role in any given setting. He knows what’s expected of him and how to do it without bending any of his personal boundaries/rules.

Private - I firmly believe that we will never know the true personality of our Mr. Worldwide Handsome. I think he decided early on that to survive in this life, he was going to have to separate his stage persona from his personal life---and he guards this separation fiercely. This is also one of the qualities I admire the most about him: his unwavering commitment to keeping pieces of himself just for him. My personal opinion is that he is the member that gave up the most of a “normal” life and, while he did so knowing the consequences of this choice, he’s found ways to “rebel” and keep his own autonomy (think: responding to fans in a very “blunt” manner [Marry me? No.], cutting/coloring his hair against company wishes, refusing to give-in to fan-service he is uncomfortable with [thinking specifically of that one time the host tried to get him to kiss Taehyung and he just started yelling over them when they tried to insist], his penchant for avoiding overly ~revealing~ outfits, etc etc).

Professional - I mean, just a continuation of both of the points above. He always knows when the cameras are watching and how he should act accordingly. But---and this is important---I am in NO WAY saying he’s being fake or disingenuous. The Jin we see on stage, in MVs, RunBTS, and even Bon Voyage/In The Soop is the real Jin---it’s just not all of him. He chose the Idol Life as his career, as a profession, so he would never be caught violating the terms that he himself has set to fulfill his responsibilities. What little we know of his family leads me to believe that he was groomed from a young age how to navigate high society and the professional world; now it’s just a slightly different world and society he floats through.

Responsible - He takes the job of eldest brother very seriously. Though the baby in much of his younger life, as soon as he got 6 little brothers he stepped effortlessly into his new role. Making them food, driving them to school, helping them feel at home in a new place, providing silent but tangible support... My personal favorite is the way he willingly makes a fool of himself to relax the others, to help them calm down during stressful situations and break the ice.

Good memory - I want to be careful how I explain this, because I don’t want it to come out wrong. I think Kim Seokjin has a very good memory. If you were decent to him and his brothers during the hard times, he’ll remember that going forward. If you were cruel to or dismissive of him as a young exchange student abroad, he’ll never forget. However, I also think he’s cunning enough that you would never be able to tell which category you fall under unless he wants you to know.

Hard-worker - I mean, just the endless amounts of anecdotes we have about him practicing his vocals and choreography all night long should be enough evidence for this point, but I still sometimes feel like he doesn’t get enough credit. We all know the story of how he got placed in BTS, but I don’t think people appreciate how damn hard he has worked to grow into this life. He was a college student, set on a completely different life with completely different expectations, scooped off the street and told to learn to sing and dance and look. at. him. now. Listen to that vocal range, look at the Black Swan choreography or the way he seamlessly joined the dance break of ON---he has worked HARD and I don’t think we should forget about this. Just because something doesn’t come easy to you, if you’re not naturally gifted, it doesn’t mean you can’t work to achieve it.

Basically I just love Kim Seokjin with my whole heart.

Yoongi:

Empathetic - This word is the beginning and end of how I would describe his entire being. I think Min Yoongi is a very empathetic person. He sits back and observes, and he’s aware of everything. You know when you first get into BTS, there’s always the stories of him being the “scariest” member or the “toughest” or the quietest (especially in the earlier days of BTS, because can we just talk about how much happier he has been this last year-year.5?? How much more himself he is at all times? How much more comfortable??? We love to see it.) But I think his quiet watchfulness just gets frequently mistaken for scary or tough. In addition, his empathy allows him to connect with others in a special way, to acknowledge them and build them up (thinking of that one V-Live or whatever where Jungkook says something kind of under his breath---something about a past life?---and Yoongi not only hears him but turns to him and explicitly validates his feelings and thoughts, OR the times when he tells Jimin that he really likes his singing voice).

Protective - He doesn’t like unkindness in any way, shape, or form. He doesn’t tolerate cruelty or bullying. And let’s not forget: he sees everything. Every slight, every intentional dismissal, every dig or jab, every “diss track” lyrics. Every single injustice. Now, he can stand up for himself (when he deems it appropriate, because I also think he’s pretty good at picking battles), but his true force comes out when those he loves are belittled/threatened/disrespected. He is fiercely protective of those he loves.

Emotionally Intelligent - Obviously, I think he’s also just intelligent-intelligent, but I want to focus on this aspect for a moment, because I think this is a quality that gets overlooked in people in general. He is aware of the importance of emotions, both his own and other people’s. It’s in the way he recognized that he and Taehyung were polar opposites and made a concentrated effort to understand him better. It’s in the way he unabashedly announces that they hold hands when they’re arguing. It’s in the way that he insists that there is more to life than school, grades, others’ expectations. It’s also in the way he knows exactly how to make the others laugh, the way one of his sharp-witted comments or physical-comedy bits can break a tension or diffuse the moment. It’s all over every single one of his songs. It’s in the way he calmly handles challenges and has a unique relationship with each of his brothers according to their needs. He treats his relationships---with the members, the fans, staff, friends, family, whoever---with care and respect and maturity.

Compassionate (read also: Cinnamon Roll) - Yoongi understands darkness because he has experienced it himself, and he will do whatever he can to make sure no on else suffers in the same way. He takes care of the people in his life, usually by doing little things or quiet things (think: the reason they call him the “dad” of BTS). He’s not afraid to correct people when they’re wrong, but he always manages to do it kindly. He’s also a complete pushover for the ones he loves: think of how he each member of the maknae line has a different but special relationship with him, think of how Jungkook can basically crawl all over him and hit him and annoy him and bother him and he never bats an eye, think of the way he showed up with chicken because he didn’t want Hoseok to be alone, think of the way he goes fishing with Jin because he knows his big bro loves it so much, think of the way he never ever yells at anyone when he’s angry, think of the way he softens his tone when explaining things. Cinnamon. Roll.

Straight-forward - He’s blessed with the ability to be blunt but not cruel. I actually personally really hate the word “blunt” because, in my experience, it usually comes into play when someone is explaining that their rude, offensive, and ignorant comment *isn’t* rude, offensive, or ignorant---they’re “just a blunt person.” But I think Yoongi is someone who is actually able to be straight-forward (a much better term than the dreaded b-word) without slipping into carelessness. He says things how they are, but, using his emotional awareness and intelligence, he’s able to say it calmly and kindly. If you’ve messed up, he’s going to tell you you messed up---but he’s also going to help you figure out the next steps and volunteer to walk with you while you take them. He’s going to call out bad behavior---but always remind you that he loves you no matter what. He’s going to critique the song you wrote---but it’s going to be 90% positive comments and 10% suggestions of what could be better/smoother/more understandable. I also feel like he is someone who expects the same in return: he hates liars and has a low tolerance for bullshit.

Basically I just love Min Yoongi with my whole heart.

Hoseok:

Duality - Now, I don’t mean duality in the way you can compare his precious ray-of-sunshine moments to the times he absolutely blows everyone away on stage (though this is obviously a thing). I’m referring more to the way he can be both ray of sunshine and serious-business all at the same time. Like Jin, I think Hoseok chose an Idol persona (though I think his decision was prompted more by a desire to be uplifting and cheerful and our hope) and exists comfortably within those parameters. However, unlike Jin, I think Hoseok doesn’t mind if people see the other side sometimes, too. He’s not afraid to set down the bubbly-Hobi persona, even if cameras are rolling. He’s not afraid to be emotional, whether that’s over-the-top happiness, or genuine overwhelmed tears. He can wear a flower around his face and make cute noises and then the next second he can snap at the maknae to not fool around near a pool so he doesn’t get his clothes all wet. It’s not an act either way, he’s just both.

Good judgment - Obviously, we know that Jung Hoseok is a hard-worker. We know he’s dedicated his life to his craft, first with dancing and then with rapping. He can be an intimidating dance captain, someone who takes it seriously and pushes everyone to be the very best they can be. His work ethic is insane, and he never accepts less than his best---but, in comparison to others on this list, I think he is able to critique himself fairly and kindly. While he demands perfection, he doesn’t tear himself apart to find it. I think he has the ability to assess something or someone and come away with a fairly unbiased opinion.

Comfortable - This is hard to describe in just a word, but I think he has a way of making people feel at ease in his presence. Even as one of the biggest superstars on the planet right now, you get the sense that he never wants to make people feel uncomfortable or intimidated or uneasy. Something about his mannerisms, his bright smile, his personableness, make him seem approachable. I think it’s also why Namjoon’s been known to say that BTS couldn’t exist without Hoseok, why Yoongi values his friendship so much, why Jungkook is constantly snuggling him. My personal opinion is that he was instrumental in bridging the gap that sometimes might have occurred between Namjoon and Yoongi in the early days; his comfortable presence eased some of the tension that (I’m guessing) may have naturally arisen between two of the greatest young rappers in the game when they were first working together. Hoseok just wants everyone to feel comfortable and at ease around him.

Kind - I think Jung Hoseok is just a genuinely kind human being. I think he is trusting and loyal, but also just the sort of person who will make it his mission to make you smile on a bad day. Just the fact that he chose to make his stage persona someone who is full of hope and happiness speaks volumes. Knowing his own personal struggles, he extrapolates this knowledge to guess how others could feel, and throws himself into the role of positive, happy, sunshiney, hope. It’s his kindness that motivates this behavior.

High standards - This goes along with his good judgment, but I think Hoseok expects a certain level of competence from everyone around him, in whatever capacity they’re working. Again, this goes along with his desire to have the entire group work on a bit of choreo until it’s right. I think that, because he pushes himself to be the best and fulfill expectations, he looks for this same dedication in others (what comes to mind is that moment in some interview where Namjoon is struggling a little [cos English is the WORST, ugh] so Hoseok looks over at the interpreter like “what exactly are you doing, do your job, help him translate”).

Basically I just love Jung Hoseok with my whole heart.

Namjoon:

Unbelievably intelligent - I know this one isn’t exactly shocking, but I still feel like it needs to be mentioned first and appreciated more. Namjoon is crazy intelligent, academically speaking. He thrives on the pursuit of knowledge, on contemplating and discussing higher concepts, on learning new things that feed his curiosity and his soul. While I also think this crazy-high intellect can sometimes hinder his ability to connect emotionally with people, it’s also this exact quality that makes him so well suited for the role he has been thrust into---not just in the group, but in the world.

Nerdy - Bicycling, bonsai trees, reading, tiny creatures, art exhibits. He is unabashedly and desperately passionate about the things he likes. He isn’t afraid to love something just because he loves it. He goes all-in on things that he’s interested in, whether they’re “cool” or not. His curiosity pushes him forward, needling him to learn everything he can about things he’s passionate about. He sinks himself into these hobbies wholly (think: carrying a book or two with him everywhere so he can get some reading in, visiting as many art museums and exhibits as possible on days off, making cutesy noises at stingrays and scooping teeny-tiny crabs out of the sand to tell them how beautiful they are).

Macro-focused - He strikes me very much as the sort of person who loves to talk about concepts and ideas and philosophies in great terms. He loves clever wordplay, he likes to reflect on his place in the universe, he wants to discuss the complexities of life and human nature. His quick-mind devours these topics, and I can imagine he could sit for hours with you debating philosophy and discussing art. On the flip side, though, I think he isn’t so good with minutiae---and by “minutiae” I mean everything from being more aware of his physical surroundings to dealing with personal things. For example, I think he’s brilliant when he discusses happiness and hardship and joy and pain and love and humanity in the songs he writes...... but he’s not exactly the first person you would go to if you were having a tough or emotional personal time. Don’t get me wrong: obviously he cares about the people in his life, he cares about people in general---but sometimes all you need is a hug and pat on the back to encourage you and Namjoon would instead launch into the greater implications and consequences of human nature in an attempt to help you feel better.

Logical - I know this seems like a given, but while I think others on this list are more emotionally-intelligent, I think logic is one of Namjoon’s greatest strengths. For example: if another member is crying or upset, Jimin would notice they’re upset and immediately go and hug them and wipe their tears away; Namjoon would notice they’re upset and immediately look for the source of the problem. Once identified, he’d take the next steps to rectifying the problem, because logic dictates that if the problem gets solved, then the other member would be happier. If there was nothing to rectify, he’d attempt to comfort them with cold, hard facts. (I’m thinking about that time when Jungkook got upset because he felt like he messed up his performances, and Jimin immediately hugs him and comforts him and tells him he was great, while Namjoon assesses the situation and starts talking about how he himself actually, objectively messed up, so there’s no logical reason for Jungkook to be upset right now.) He dreams and enjoys literature and the arts---but when it comes to handling practical, inter-personal issues, he’s much more comfortable with logic.

Vibes - I really didn’t have a good word to describe this thought of mine, so let me just get right into explaining: I think Namjoon is, generally speaking, one of the smartest people---if not the smartest person---in the room. He’s aware of this fact without being arrogant about it, but it is the truth. Because of this, I think he’s frequently called on to explain things, to expound on them, to teach or interpret or decipher. I think he enjoys this role, because he loves talking about things he’s passionate about (see above: nerdy) but sometimes...sometimes I think he just desperately wants someone he can vibe with. Someone who can match his level intellectually. Someone whom he doesn’t have to teach. I think he is over-the-moon ecstatic when he meets someone he can vibe with in any way---whether that’s intelligence-related or passion/hobby-related. I don’t know, I just sometimes feel like he chooses to spend his personal time with people who can match him in some way, whom he can vibe with.

Basically I just love Kim Namjoon with my whole heart.

Jimin:

Caring - For me, Park Jimin starts and ends with this characteristic. He cares. A lot. About a lot of things. He cares about his brothers, he cares about his family, he cares about his friends, he cares about ARMY, he cares about music, he cares about his dancing, he cares about fashion, he cares about how he’s perceived, he cares about doing his very best, he cares about the future generations, he cares about those who are less fortunate than him, he just cares so much. Along with Yoongi, I think he is incredibly empathetic. How many times do we see him basically sprint across a room or a sandy beach or a campsite or a stage to get to an upset member? He reads people’s emotions and has a natural instinct to take care of them. Like anything, though, I think his biggest strength can also be a great weakness: sometimes he cares too much. How many times has he worked until his body is covered with pain patches, until his feet bled, until he almost passed out? All the weight he lost, because he cared about his appearance? How hard he worked at being “hardcore, manly” Jimin, because that’s what he thought people cared about most? All the times he cried after a tiny mistake, because he cared about being perfect, because he cared about others’ perception of him? Park Jimin cares so/too much and it’s one of the most defining things about his personality.

Social Intelligence/눈치 - One thing I love the most is how he has such a unique relationship with each one of his brothers. Now, obviously, every single combo in Bangtan is different and unique and special. But I love watching Jimin’s relationships with the others so much, because he’s so aware of what they need. Truthfully, I think Jimin is hyper aware of others in general. If you’re trying to sneaky-cry at a crowded party, Jimin is the type of person who would somehow appear at your side, ready to help you feel better. His empathy and sensitivity allow him to assess what each individual needs the most from him and act accordingly. He knows Taehyung should never be left alone when upset, knows that if Jungkook is actually crying then something is very wrong, knows that Leader RM sometimes needs to just be his one-year-older hyung Namjoon, knows exactly how far he can push Yoongi’s buttons, knows to laugh at Jin’s dad-jokes (especially when they’re for the benefit of the group), and knows that Hoseok needs to be reminded how much cohesiveness he provides the group in general.

Self-Critical - All right, I feel like this one might be a little controversial, so hear me out. Like I mentioned earlier, he cares a lot, and part of that translates into caring about himself---caring about his achievements, his performance, his appearance. It’s partly the classical dancer in him and partly just his personality. He wants to do and be his best always. But.... I do think that he has learned to be much kinder to himself over the years. Gone are the days of starving himself to get rid of his cheeks, the tearful breakdowns after a single missed step in a performance, the acting outside of his true personality because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to be. I think we now very much see a Jimin who has come into his own, who has accepted himself for who he is (including his flaws), who has embraced every part of him. This doesn’t mean that I think he never has to fight the nagging voice in his head, or struggle with insecurities, or swallow down the urge to berate himself after a less-than-perfect performance---he still expects the best out of himself, still wants to be the best. I just think he’s found a way to critique himself without absolutely tearing himself apart.

Cunning - Yet another word that looks and sounds derogatory, but isn’t really in this context. Like a lot of other empathetic, sensitive, socially-intelligent people, knowing exactly what people need and are feeling also allows him to know weaknesses. Weaknesses he would never exploit---unless he wanted to. I actually don’t think we see much of him using others’ weaknesses against them, but in my opinion, this quality is linked to two of his other quirks: 1) his talent and complete lack of guilt for cheating at games and 2) his penchant for pettiness. I don’t really know how to explain my thought-process here---not well, anyway. But I feel like Jimin is so tuned into the important things (so concerned about the important things) that little things, like cheating at a game, don’t matter to him much. And, if he can use his usually sweet and helpful and hard-working, honest self to get away with it, even better. On the flip side, I don’t think he enjoys or endures confrontation as much or as well as, say, Yoongi might---so he expresses himself in a quieter, underhanded way. (The moment that’s coming to mind is that one time they were at an American event and he commented, in Korean, about how unorganized things seem to be.) Jimin is the sweetest, most sensitive, empathetic little cinnamon roll---until it’s time to win a game, or until he’s feeling a little prickly and petty.

Basically I just love Park Jimin with my whole heart.

Taehyung:

Individualistic - Kim Taehyung knows who he is. He knows what he likes, what he wants, what he thinks. He is going to wear whatever he wants, paint whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and do whatever he wants. He’s a person who seems to have figured out a long time ago what makes him happy and how to be his true self around others no matter what---and this something I greatly envy. If he wants to learn the violin, he’s gonna buy a violin and play some scratchy Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a hotel balcony---because that’s what he wants to do. If he wants to write a song, it’s going to be in his style, the way he likes it. If he wants a really cool, avant-garde piece of artsy clothing, he’s going to spray-paint it himself. If he has an opinion on something, it’s highly likely that he’s spent quite a bit of time forming this opinion---but once that’s his opinion, that’s his opinion. That’s what he thinks, there’s no need to listen to others or change. I think this quality, this ability to be himself so freely and earnestly, is both one of the reasons he’s able to make friends so easily and be beloved so quickly (see: “Bangtan’s True Baby” and “Wooga Squad darling”); and one of the reasons others (including the other members, by their own admission) can’t understand him well at first. I think it has brought many good things to his life, but has also played a significant part in some of the struggles that he has had. He’s precious, but also very easily misunderstood.

Not Very Outward-Sensing - Notice I very purposefully don’t go anywhere near the words “self-absorbed” or “self-centered”---because he’s not. On the contrary, I think Taehyung feels very deeply for the people in his life (see below: Emotional), but his ability to care for them is sometimes inhibited by his lack of outward-sensing. If Jimin is the king of 눈치/social awareness, then Taehyung is the absolute opposite (which is why it is unendingly intriguing to me that two of his closest relationships in BTS---he and Jimin, he and Yoongi---are comprised of one person who lacks this awareness [Tae] and one person who has all the awareness [Jimin, Yoongi]). He would never hurt someone’s feelings on purpose, but quite often he’s just not paying a whole lot of attention to what other people might be feeling or experiencing. He’s not concerned about walking on eggshells, because he feels that as long as his intentions are good, nobody can be too hurt or too uncomfortable with him or his behavior (A great example of this is the infamous Spring Day Dance Debate from “Burn the Stage.” In Taehyung’s mind, he saw something that should be changed and needed to be addressed, so he called it out. It never in a million years would occur to him that the way he phrased it or the way he kept harping on it could be a source of irritation or discomfort to Jin. To him, it was a very black-and-white, clear-cut situation: something was wrong, he had an idea of how it should be fixed, therefore nothing bad could/should come of him speaking his mind in the pursuit of this perfect solution he created). He seems like the sort of person who, after accidentally hurting your feelings, would sympathize with your hurt and want to make it better, but focus more on the fact that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, so it’s not really his fault.

Emotional - I think he is very in-touch with his emotions, which can be both a good thing and a bad thing. For example, if he’s upset, he wants everyone to know and acknowledge that he’s upset. He doesn’t like feeling ignored or passed over, and where others might let it slide, he’s not afraid to speak up about it (I’m thinking about the time there was a question directed specifically to Yoongi about being from Daegu and Taehyung immediately pointed out that he was also from Daegu, and kind of pouted a little until it was acknowledged). Also, although it’s never been said explicitly, I think he is one of the members who potentially struggles with depression. He can take things very personally and to heart. But this is likely because he has such a big heart. He loves unabashedly and he’s very vocal about who he loves---think of all the times he’s said and posted comments along the lines of “Please love all seven” and “Please love each of us equally.” He also can be very protective (thinking of that one Weverse post where he lowkey chewed somebody out for posting an unflattering photo of one of the others) and blunt when defending those he loves. I mean, he created a whole new word just to express how much he loves ARMY! When he’s sad, he cries. When he’s happy, he giggles. When he’s angry, he expresses it. When he’s disappointed, he doesn’t hide it. To me, he is a near-perfect example of someone who wears their heart on their sleeves.

Contradictory - One of his most endearing qualities. He is not very outward-focused---but he bought a pair of gloves because he remembered that Jimin offhandedly mentioned that he needed some. He doesn’t read other people easily---but he (so far) is also pretty darn good at completing accurate Vibe-Checks for those who come in contact with BTS. He doesn’t always see as much as the others might---but he also notices certain things they might miss. The beauty of his being is that he can be both things at the same time and not seem out of place.

Basically I just love Kim Taehyung with my whole heart.

Jungkook:

Confident Yet Perfectionistic - Now listen: when I say confident, I don’t mean that he never struggles with insecurities. I mean confident in the way that his whole life (at least his whole Idol life) he had 6 older brothers who encouraged him to try and do anything he wanted---and then supported him no matter the outcome. Being raised in an environment like that, where you’re encouraged to try things, where you have people who love you constantly praising your efforts and providing a safe space for you to fail, you gain a certain amount of confidence in your abilities, in yourself. I think this is actually a big part of the Golden Maknae moniker: yes, I think he is the type of person to whom things may come quite easily and who is naturally skilled in several areas---but it’s also a little easier to conquer new things when you have years of encouraged-successes under your belt. He has gained a confidence in himself over years of trying and working his tail off and eventually succeeding; he knows he can do anything if he works at it enough because he’s always been able to do everything he works at. Where the perfectionistic aspect kicks in especially is this: there are a lot of people who have a natural affinity for lots of things. There are lots of people who can pick up something new and be decent right away (I honestly think Taehyung is another person like this, someone who can pick new things up pretty easily)---the difference is that Jeon Jungkook is the type of person who takes that natural affinity and runs with it. He’s not satisfied with just being good at something; if it’s something he really wants to do, he throws his whole heart and soul and self into it. In my opinion, this sets him apart from people who could be considered “Jack of All Trades, Master of None.” He trusts his process and uses it to be the very best he can be in whatever he does.

Introverted - Obviously he’s not the only introverted member of Bangtan, but I do think that his specific life experiences require a little more discussion on this topic than the others. By his own admission, his childhood ended really early. He didn’t focus much on school because he was focused on his career; he never got to have the typical high school experiences most of the others had. At an incredibly young age he was thrust into a totally different life that required being in the spotlight---and while this definitely brought unique challenges, he loves his life as a musician and performer. I think out of all BTS, Jungkook especially lives for performing. He lights up on stage and is at his absolute happiest when performing (and performing well). And yet none of this changes the fact that he is absolutely an introvert, someone who needs to recharge with just a little alone time. Alone time. Not easy to achieve when you live in the same tiny dorm with 6 other boys. Not easy to achieve when you are constantly surrounded by brothers, staff, instructors, producers, cameras, and fans.

Maknae - I can’t explain this well, I know I can’t, but it just is such a huge part of him that I feel like I need to try. In so many ways, Jungkook is a typical baby of the family. It’s evident in the way that he unabashedly idolizes his Rap-Mon-hyung. In the way he constantly cuddles and sniffs and snuggles Hoseok. In the way he’s not afraid to pester Yoongi or tease Seokjin. He also seems like someone who is much more of a fixer than a listener; meaning, if you go to him with a problem, he’s going to be focused on how he can fix the situation, not on just listening and sympathizing/empathizing with you, a trait that I feel comes easily to babies of families (not that *all* youngest children have this, mind you) because they’re typically not the ones confided in, so if something is brought to them they want to help make it right (massive generalization, I know, don’t kill me). As discussed above, he’s also confident in himself because he’s been raised with older siblings who have always told him “yes, you can.” He’s just Baby in all the ways that stick with a person even as they grow older.

Trusting - Jungkook strikes me as the sort of person who trusts fairly easily---and, more importantly, unshakably. He has no problem admitting to millions of ARMY that he ripped his pants on stage or V-Living while drunk (I don’t care what he says, babyboy was at least a little buzzed) because he trusts us. He could easily follow Namjoon (or any of his brothers) to the ends of the earth. He takes every opportunity to speak earnestly and wholeheartedly about how much he genuinely loves ARMY, because he trusts that that love will be returned.

Basically I just love Jeon Jungkook with my whole heart.

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THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

(concept album, it’s about these lovers called the “demolition lovers” and the girl died and the guy kind of makes a deal with the devil and the devils tells him to bring him the corpses of a thousand evil men”)

Helena: it’s about Gerard and Mikey’s grandma who died and Gerard basically says that its this “angry letter to himself” cos he didn’t do enough for her. My favorite part is the bridge into the final chorus and you should also watch the MV its actually Art.

I’m Not Okay (I promise): its very angry and loud cos the narrator is basically saying yeah I know you got problems but fOr FUCKS SAKE I HAVE PROBLEMS TOO YOURE NOT SPECIAL. My favorite bit is the bridge again. Especially the trust me. Watch the MV its designed like a movie trailer.

Cemetery Drive: this is my favorite song on the album and probably one of my favorites of all time cos the LYRICS DUDE “singing songs that make you slit your wrists” and it’s Literally about how the band had to go on this really long road trip I hate this stupid band

Ghost of you: not the BEST song but the MV IS ACTUALLY ART LIKE ITS ACTUAL ART. its just a sad song

Thank You for the Venom: fuck me this is another one of my favorites. This is straight rock right in the veins. The adrenaline will KILL YOU. Apparently this was a diss at the bands critics. The fucking guitar solo makes me ASCEND. Also tHE LYRICS AGAIN.

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison: hehehheehhehehe gay sex song. It’s literally about gay sex.

THE BLACK PARADE.

Okay fuck this is genuinely genuinely one of the greatest albums of all time. And I would say this even if I wasn’t such a slut for them. Literally everything is perfect and once again its a concept album. They wrote this in the paramour mansion too lol. I’m not joking this is an ACTUAL masterpiece musically and lyrically cos it deFINED genres. Its about this “patient” who dies and joins the black parade and his story of how he died and everything. You have to listen in chronological order.

The End: basically the dudes dead. He did fuck all with his life and he’s dead. He gives No fucks about peoples opinions. The FUCKING LYRICS IN THIS DUDE. “If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see you can find out firsthand what its like to be me” “when I grow up I want to be nothing at all”

Dead!: the transition to this makes me actually ascend. Basically about how the dude wasn’t important in his life and did absolutely nothing. I love it cos it takes this perspective instead of the one thats like “oh you’ll always matter”

This is How I Disappear: bloody hell THIS SONG DUDE THE LITTLE DETAILS. Basically about reaching out to a loved one. The BRIDGE IN THIS HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

The Sharpest Lives: probably one of my favorites on the album. Its basically about living the wild life. The fucking lyrics again. “A light to burn all the empires, so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be” “the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead” “so you can leave like the sane abandoned me” FUCK THE GUITAR TOO.

Welcome to the Black Parade: idk how to explain this but say its an anthem. Its the Bohemian Rhapsody for the emos. Brian May himself agrees cos he played this live with them. This fucking song has so many layers fuck. Its about the dude dying but the LYRICS AGAIN. My favorite part is the post chorus and that has my favorite lyrics in it.

I Don’t Love You: its a ballad, and a weird one cos its basically saying you’re a bitch and I hate you. Its a very salty angry song and I love it cos its Not the normal thing to do. The bit where he goes “would you have the GUTS to say” is SO SO SO SO SO ANGRY like you can TELL he HATES her

House of Wolves: another one of my favorites. Another adrenaline buster. Its about the dudes arrival in hell and hes thinking about how he sinned and everything. The LYRICS and the FUCKING GUITARTRRRR makes me wanna BUST A NUT. Basically the band said hell looks like a fiery jazz club with demons and sinners lol.

Cancer: the Sad Song. The one that makes me wanna sob. Its about how the dudes dying and he’s saying goodbye to everyone. The LYRICS AGAINNNN.

Mama: good lord this song. Fuck. Its a masterpiece. I have No Words ar ALL. Its told in the perspective of a soldier who’s gonna die. And fuckkkk dude the lyricsssss and the GUITARTRRRRREDNEJSJJSSJJS FUCK THIS SONG IS SO GOOD god I wish I could hear this again for the first time

Sleep: this album just does Not Miss. its basically about how the dudes resigned to the fact that he is a bad person and nothing he does will ever change that. The words at the beginning are a recording of gerard way from the paramour mansion when he got sleep paralysis and night terrors. Its such a sad sad sad song cos he’s ACCEPTED his fate and at the end you can hear him scream “wake up” but you can BARELY hear it but its THERE and the dude is trying to wake up but he CANT-

Teenagers: this is just so MESSY and BEAUTIFUL it’s literally about how gerard saw a bunch of teenagers and thought they were scary lol. Again the LYRICS AND THE GUITAR SOLOOOOO

Famous Last Words: ah yes. The song that very literally saved my fucking life lol. The lyrics are so fucking powerful fuckkkkkk. Also YET ANOTHER GUITAR SOLO.

DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS.

yet another concept album are we surprised. This ones hard to explain but basically its about this comic gerard wrote set in 2019 (this was released in 2011) and the worlds gone to shit an apocalypse happened and the world being ruled by this tyrannical corporation (sound familiar?) the Killjoys are a gang of rebels who go round being anarchists and rebels basically. Its very topical I think.

Na na na na na: makes me want to burn down the government. And commit arson and kill the rich. The lyrics are literally about that. A whole BANGER

Planetary Go: its a party song about life being too short basically

Destroya: hehehhehehe sex song again. DONT play this out loud. But fr this is another rebellion ANTHEM. Its all about fighting. And its amazing.

Kids from yesterday: makes me wanna cry. It’s about how far the boys have come. Again lyrics “ you only hear the music when you’re heart begins to break”

Vampire Money: this is the funniest fucking song in the world. So basically Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight with Gerard as Edward cos she was a massive fan. And she asked him to play edward too but he refused and finally she begged them to do the soundtrack but they refused again and instead put out a diss track for twilight lmfaooo i fucking love them.

Desolation Row: its a cover but its better than the og and the music video is my sexuality.

Light Behind Your Eyes: saddest fucking song oh my god it was written to a fan who was dying

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the-starless-sky · 4 years

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cozmez x Akan Yatsura / “FAMILY” voice drama track 2

Part 1 | Listen through Spotify.

Reo: And? You woke up this morning and he's gone? Aren't you overreacting~?

Hokusai: It's still only afternoon...

Satsuki: Ain't he just gone to the convenience store or something? And went to the game center when he's at itー

Kanata: Haah!?

Satsuki: Don't get riled up at that!

Kanata: Nayuta won't ever do something like that! He's never went out without saying anything to me... and I can't get a hold of him too...

Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai: ...

Iori: D'ya have... an idea as to why he disappeared?

Zen: Waka...!

Kanata: Last night, we had a fight...

Satsuki: What the heck, so it was a fight.

Reo: Aah, so maybe 'cause of that he felt it hard to see you face to face? I know that feel, you guys are siblings after all!

Hokusai: Really...?

Zen: What did you guys fought about? If it's alright with you, would you please tell us?

Kanata: He told me... to go out. He told me to go out more, and meet more people. He said that'd make me stronger.

Zen: I see.

Kanata: But I don't need that...! I only need Nayuta. Even so, he...

Iori: But it doesn't seem like s'all it was.

Kanata: ...!

Iori: To ask for my help 'til ya bow yer head, something ya've never done, means there's 'nother reason, right?

Kanata: Sometime ago, right at the time we got the Paradox Live invitation, I was attacked in town. There were three of them, punks targeting my phantometal.

AKYR: Oh...

Kanata: 'Cause they were trying to lay their hands on Nayuta, I beat them to a pulp.

Satsuki: Seriously!? You're kinda strong even though you're lanky, huh!

Reo: Monkey, you're noisy.

Hokusai: Kanata, what happened next?

Kanata: That time, they probably remembered my face. If they found Nayuta when he's alone...!

Reo: You guys have the same face, so if they misunderstood, it wont be pretty...

Hokusai: Dangerous...!

Zen: I see. So that's why you came to our place.

Kanata: This kind of thing... I know that I'm not in the place to rely on you, but...!

Iori: Aight! We should help each other in times of need. Got it, y'all?

Satsuki: Yeah!

Reo: Can't be helped~! I'll help you.

Hokusai: I'll find Nayuta. I'm good at finding lost cats.

Zen: Then, let's immediately divide the work. Waka and I will stand by here. We'll gather information. Everyone else go out to town, and search.

Iori: Ooh~! Ya look the part, don'tcha, Zen~! Ya look like those police detectives on TV dramas!

Zen: Please don't poke fun at me.

Iori: OK. Sorry.

Zen: Cough. Just in case, the search team is to move in groups of two. Decide the assignment of area and get in contact as appropriate.

Reo: OK~! Then, I'm grouping with Hokusai~

Hokusai: Understood.

Satsuki: Then, Kanata's with me.

Kanata: Y-yeah...

Satsuki: Be at ease! With this Gaia-sama, fearful enough to silence a crying child, we'll find one, even two little brothers in no time!

Kanata: Y-yeah...

Zen: If something happens, immediately get in touch and wait for reinforcement. Don't force yourselves.

Reo: Roger!

Iori: Aight, let's go all out!

Everyone: Yeah!!

(Sounds of train passing.)

Reo: Aah, I'm tired~~! Jeez~ We've been walking around all day, my legs feel like lead!

Satsuki: You've got no stamina at all.

Reo: I mean, to top it off, Hokusai tried to ask cats...

Hokusai: If only I can speak cat language...

Reo: Kanata, how's it on your end?

Kanata: We've got nothing. We couldn't trace his steps after he got out of the apartment...

(Hokusai picks up a call.)

Hokusai: Yeah... yeah... understood.

(Hokusai hangs up.)

Hokusai: From Zen... he said they didn't get any leads too.

Reo: Eeeeeh, seriousyl!? Zen-nii's an ex-police detective but he's no good at all!

Satsuki: Don't diss Zen-nii!

Hokusai: This area isn't Big Bro's territory, so...

Satsuki: But like, it's impossible to look around this much and get nothing at all.

Reo: Siiiiigh. Then, what do we do from now on?

Satsuki: We've got choice but to continue, don't we?

Hokusai: Yeah...

(Sounds of train passing.)

(Kanata stops walking.)

Kanata: Enough already.

Satsuki: Eh?

Kanata: Enough already. I'll search by myself from now.

Reo: Haa? What the heck are you saying?

Kanata: I said, I'll go search for him by myself. You guys don't have to do anything else. Sorry for getting you all mixed into this.

Satsuki: You...!!

(Satsuki grabs Kanata by the shirt.)

Satsuki: Don't look down on our chivalry!! [1] Nayuta is your family, ain't he!? Big Bro acknowledged that and agreed to help you. Just because we searched a little and couldn't find him, there's no way we'd just say 'yes, okay' and run with tails between our legs!

Reo: He's your one and only important little brother, isn't he!

Hokusai: We'll definitely... find him.

Kanata: Eh... but...

Satsuki: No fuckin' 'buts'!! You were searching desperately, lookin' like you're gonna die, didn't you? You got us in this far, don't pretend to be tough now!!

Reo: That's right, that's right! At times like this, you should just meekly depend on us! Right, Hokusai?

Hokusai: Yeah, that's right. It's okay to depend on us.

Kanata: ...

Reo: Hey... when you came to our place, you said you investigated the Suiseki group, right?

Kanata: Yeah...

Reo: Then, you knew about the raid, didn't you?

Kanata: Yeah, just the gist of it. I heard that in just one night, the group got utterly annihilated by something.

Reo: ...would've died.

Kanata: Eh?

Reo: Me... Satsuki, and Hokusai, too. That time, if our timing shifted even a second, all of us would've died.

Kanata: ...!

Reo: A deep red sea of blood... everyone died. I couldn't save anyone. Not the boss, not my comrades...

(Sound of crows cawing.)

Reo: That's why, at that time, I swore. That I wont lose my comrades, my family, ever again.

Satsuki: ...We're family.

Kanata: Family...

Satsuki: Yeah. For ordinary people, we might just be thugs, but for us, we're family. I was always like this since I was little. I get into fights quickly, and I can't study at all. Both my parents and my teachers all gave up on me - I didn't even go to elementary school properly.

Reo: Haha. Satsuki-chan's completely an elementary school graduate, after all.

Satsuki: Shut up. Everyday, everyday, I'm always pissed. If I hit others, they'd get scared. I feel refreshed, and thought I'd rise up with these fists. At that time, Big Bro took me in. Big Bro and my comrades taught me, who was abandoned by my parents because they thought I was uncontrollable - How to use chopsticks, how to eat fish, greetings, manners, and the right way to fight... patiently, they taught me, again and again, without ever giving up. Thats why I decided that they are my family. I don't care what others say. No matter how useless they are, I won't abandon them. That's what family is.

Reo: ...Me, too. I chose my own family. My blood related family has... how to say it? Broken up, and I haven't seen them for years. I don't want to see them, either. But it's not like I hate them or anything. Papa taught me hip hop, and Mama... see, she gave me this cute face, after all.

Satsuki: You gonna say that yourself?

Reo: But you see, my family... all thought that they're the most important. They make debts that Papa couldn't pay back, lots of things happened, and my family broke up. Aha, pathetic, right?

Hokusai: Reo...

Reo: Yeah.

Hokusai: There, there.

(Hokusai pats Reo's head.)

Reo: Haha, Hokusai's so nice... Unlike a certain shitty monkey.

Satsuki: Who the fuck would pat your head, disgusting!

Hokusai: Me, too. My father is in prison. We probably won't ever meet each other outside anymore, for life.

Kanata: Eh?

Hokusai: I'm the son of a criminal. When everyone knew of it, they all left me. Only animals don't look at me with rose-colored glasses. They always stay by my side. But, Big Bro and the others were different. They treat me as Masaki Hokusai, as a different person than my father. They told me to raise my head when we walk together. To them, I'm not a shameful person, because we're family.

Kanata: Family...

Satsuki: Yeah. We're not related by blood, though.

Reo: We didn't have any other choice but to choose our own family. But, Kanata, you have Nayuta, right?

Hokusai: You have to protect... your important family.

Satsuki: Yeah! Don't look down on elementary school graduate!

Reo: Waah~ how embarrasing!

Hokusai: Fufu...

Satsuki: Wh--, Hokusai, you too?

Nayuta: Kanata?

Kanata: ...! Nayuta!!

Nayuta: What are you doing in a place like that?

Kanata: What, you ask--

Satsuki: More importantly, where'd you appear from suddenly!?

Nayuta: Kanata... these guys are Akan Yatsura's...? What are you doing together?

Kanata: You idiot! We were looking for you!!

Nayuta: Eh? "Looking"?

Kanata: Where were you all this time!?

Nayuta: Where, you ask... um, I couldn't think of a good lyric, so I went out for a walk, and then I got lost, and I was tired so I took a nap somewhere, then... What did I do next?

Satsuki: Are you a stray cat!?

Hokusai: As I thought, I have to learn cat language...

Nayuta: Haha, what? What is it? Kanata, too, making such a scary face.

Kanata: Stop messing around! How worried did you think I was!!?

Nayuta: Eh?

Kanata: Saying "go by yourself", and disappearing...

Nayuta: Eh? What?

Reo: Kanata was worried that you got kidnapped by some punks.

Satsuki: He even bowed his head to us.

Hokusai: And searched for you desperately, you know?

Nayuta: Ooh... Seriously?

Kanata: Yeah...

Nayuta: No way... but...

Kanata: Quietly disappearing like that... I won't forgive you.

Nayuta: Kanata...

Kanata: I don't have anyone else but Nayuta. Nayuta's my only family. That's why, that's why... don't ever quietly disappear... don't ever...

Nayuta: Kanata... It's okay. I'm by your side. Always, whenever, I'm always by Kanata's side.

(Sounds of them walking.)

Kanata: ...Sorry. I got you all to walk around a full day and you guys even treated us to food.

Reo: It's okay, it's okay. We put the tab on Big Bro, after all!

Satsuki: Raimen-tei's soo yummy, right!? Honestly, I thought that cozmez's detestable bastards with cocky music and attitude, but we actually get along, don't we?

Hokusai: Haha. Then, we'll part here.

Reo: Starting from now on, we're rivals, okay?

Satsuki: Don't get into a fight, 'kay!?

Kanata: U-uhm!

Reo: Yeah?

Kanata: If, if you guys were lied to by Suise-- no, your family, what will you do?

Reo: Lie?

Kanata: Yeah. If kept an important thing secret.

Satsuki: Ha? That's no big deal, ain't it? Even though we're family, we'd still have one or two secrets we can't say.

Reo: Like the place where Satsuki-chan hides his favorite erotic magazines~

Satsuki: HAA!?

Reo: On the floor below the closet, it's obvious!

Satsuki: You bastard-

Kanata: Not something like that! For example, if it has something to do with your lives...

Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai: ...

Hokusai: Even so... no, if so, I'd believe them.

Kanata: Believe?

Hokusai: If so, it's kept a secret to protect us. A lie to protect your family. I won't doubt it.

Kanata: ...!

Satsuki: Yeah, that's right! I'm satisfied if I had to put my life on the line for Big Bro.

Reo: Me too, when I decided to follow Big Bro, I've prepared myself, after all.

Satsuki: Right? Don't look down on our chivalry!

Hokusai: Yeah.

Reo: Well, that's that, so...

Satsuki: See ya! The next time we meet, it'd be on the stage.

Hokusai: We won't lose.

Reo: Prepare yourselves, okay~?

(Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai walks away.)

Kanata: Ah.

Nayuta: What's wrong, Kanata?

Kanata: I missed the chance to say thank you to them.

Nayuta: Hahaha...

Kanata: What?

Nayuta: You made friends.

Kanata: Ha!?

Nayuta: It means, you have people other than me that you'd say 'thank you' to.

Kanata: That's...

Nayuta: Kanata. Kanata, you can change. You can get more, way stronger than you are now.

Kanata: That's why I said that's...

Nayuta: I'm with you. "If the two of us are together, we're the strongest", right?

Kanata: ...Yeah. If the two of us are together, we're the strongest.

Iori: That so? Good that y'all managed to find him. Yeah, good job.

(Iori hangs up.)

Zen: Did they find Nayuta-kun?

Iori: Yeah.

Zen: The only thing we can do is to watch over them. It feels kind of vexing, isn't it?

Iori: Yer right, but cozmez's a strong opponent. Can't let our guards down on the next live.

Zen: Of course, I will go all out! I have no intention to lose!

Iori: Yeah! Becoming of Akan Yatsura, let's go merrily an' flashily!

Notes

1] As in the spirit of helping the weak and fighting the strong, generosity, heroism - usually a term used by the yakuza.

#paradox live #translation #drama cd translation #akan yatsura #cozmez

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Six

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

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Something warm was pressed into him, his arms holding something to his chest, his face pressed into the curve of someone’s neck.

Lorcan frowned, groggy as he lifted his head to find Elide in his arms. Her shirt had ridden up, his hands splayed across her taut stomach. He didn’t know what to do, not wanting to wake her and also not wanting to stay here, holding her as she slept. Never mind that he hadn’t slept that well in ages and that Elide fit so perfectly against him, he did not like it. Not one bit.

Deciding to wait, he tracked his eyes over her profile, the gentle slope of her nose and the way her rosy lips parted slightly. Every time she breathed out, the strands of hair that fell over her face floated up and floated down. She began to shift and he hastily moved his arms, turning away before she could fully wake up.

He pretended to be asleep as she shifted and the bed moved. Lorcan slowly got up, sitting against the headboard and looking over at Elide to say good morning. He had broken something new and fragile between them, but he didn’t know how to get back to what they had made. It was different last night, Elide tucked into his side, smiling and happy as they spoke. The words died in his throat and she looked back at him, her eyes closed off and face unreadable.

“Hello? Lorcan?”

Lorcan swallowed hard, his mouth dry as he rasped, “Is that my shirt?”

At some point during the night, Elide had swapped out her hoodie and sweats for one of his t-shirts that hit mid thigh. Her pale cheeks pinked and she ducked her head, fingering the worn cotton hem as she muttered, “I sleep cold and you’re a furnace.”

When he didn’t answer, too shocked by the sight of her, she shifted on her feet, crossing her arms, “Why are you staring like that?”

“’Cause you look good,” Lorcan breathed, unable to stop the words. “Really good.” He slowly raked his gaze up her body to hers, the glimmer of heat wiped from her eyes the moment their sights met. To change the subject, he quickly asked, “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m going on a run. Clear my head.”

“Ok. Um, can we- can we talk later?”

She nodded solemnly, grabbing a pair of leggings and a long-sleeved synthetic top. “Sounds good.”

“Alright, I’ll let you get on with your run.”

“See you.”

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Her feet landed lightly on the soft trail, bouncy soil covered in pine needles and pinecones. ‘Cause you look good. Really good.

Anneith help her, that was so not helpful right now. Elide stopped at a fork in the path, hoping she could find her way to the ocean by following the waves.

What she heard was quiet, steady beats of a drum and voices reciting words in a language she didn’t know. Curiosity got the best of her though and Elide listened carefully and turned left, walking down the path.

As she walked further and further, the scent of sage grew and grew and she sighed, feeling the smoke wash over her. The path brought her to a secluded grove, where she saw three women kneeling, their backs to her.

Elide got the sense she shouldn’t interrupt this and slowly stepped backwards, the sound of a twig snapping under her foot deafening.

The rhythmic drumming and chanting stopped and as one, Odette, Aneha, and Sadirah turned, their faces suspicious until they saw her and smiled warmly. “Elide!”

“I’m sorry, I just heard the drumming and—”

Aneha shook her head and stood up, walking across the grove, a braid of sweetgrass in her hand. “We were just praying, you don’t need to apologize.” Slowly, as if she were shy, she asked, “Do you want to join us?”

“Oh, I don’t need to, I’ll just leave you all to pray. I’m sorry again.”

“Please? We’d like to share this with you,” Aneha pouted slightly, making her dark eyes wide and big. Elide relented with a nod and walked, hesitantly, to kneel beside Odette, Aneha on her other side and Sadirah on Odette’s other side.

“Do you know about the Ozuye?”

Elide shook her head, her hands folded in her lap. “Not much. Lorcan hasn’t mentioned it much.”

“Ah. Well, I’m not surprised,” Odette commented, commencing the gentle drumming. “Lorcan has had difficulty with his heritage.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said, her face growing sad. “My son never felt as though he belonged. The anger inside of him… is like nothing else. The hate he feels.” Sadirah and Aneha continued their prayers, beautiful words spilling from their lips. “In our language, there is not a word for hate and we don’t feel it, but Lorcan does. He feels love, just as much, but he’s always focused on the anger.”

“Vaughan told me about their… father.”

“That’s good. You should know. As I’m sure you know, Lorcan isn’t one to discuss his past. For a long long time, he was ashamed and ashamed of his shame. He lost his way.”

Elide stared down at her lap, her voice quiet. “I lost my way with my people.”

“Terrasenians?” Sadirah asked.

She shook her head, “Blackbeaks. My father was from Terrasen, but my mother was from the Frozen Wastes. I stopped my practice when I left home.” She regarded the sage in Sadirah’s hand, watching the smoke. With a finger, she traced the sage that wafted over to her, reading the white smoke, “This is good. To us, it means this space is cleansed.”

Sadirah smiled excitedly, gesturing vaguely, “We’re performing a sun prayer right now, for the solstice.”

Elide had forgotten the solstice was approaching and shared a small grin with the younger girl, “It’s coming up soon. I always loved the summer solstice.”

Odette offered to teach Elide the prayer and the twins smiled wildly, with abandon, as she recited the words, her pronunciation far from perfect or even good, but Odette assured her the Creator didn’t care how it sounded, as long as the meaning was there.

The prayers wrapped up and as they stood, wiping the pine needles from their clothes, Elide asked Lorcan’s mother. “Did Lorcan ever find his way back?”

“Yes, he did,” Odette replied, her full lips pulling into a wide smile, her eyes crinkling. “You can always find your way back, Elide. Your gods haven’t left you, they’re just waiting for something. For some, it means meeting a woman they describe as Death’s consort, but your moment will come, my dear.”

“Are you telling tales about me, iná?”

They turned to find Lorcan leaning against a tree, something unreadable in his eyes as he looked at Elide. Odette rolled her eyes, “You didn’t think to join us?”

Lorcan shrugged, “Didn’t want to interrupt. El, we’re going into town.”

Her brow furrowed, “For what?”

“Your parcel,” he said, arching a brow. “You coming?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll see you all later,” she said, accepting the hug they all enveloped her in. “Thank you.” Elide walked backwards away from the grove, silently thanking her goddesses and respectfully dismissing them.

As they walked back up the path, Elide studied Lorcan, Odette’s words ringing in her mind. He glanced down at her, his brows creasing, “What is it?”

Elide just shook her head, “Nothing.”

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After picking up her new phone, Lorcan took her to a café and steered her towards an empty table as she set up her phone. “Remind me again why I broke my old phone?” When he opened his mouth to say something, she held up her finger, “That was a rhetorical question, Salvaterre.”

Lorcan chuckled, “Enough said. Do you want something to eat?”

“No, thank you, just water? Please.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say please and thank you this much,” he teased her as he stood up to wait in line. Lorcan glanced out the window and did a double take. Elide followed his gaze to where Essar was, oblivious to Lorcan as she led a group of children, all holding hands. “On second thought, give me just a minute.”

Lorcan left before she could say anything and she watched him walk up to Essar, who smiled brightly up at him. Elide paused in her setting-up, watching them as they spoke and Lorcan crouched down in front of a child, his face bright and joyful. She’d never seen him this happy.

Swallowing past her tight throat, she listened through her messages, smiling triumphantly as the courts called back, asking her to call them as soon as possible to schedule an appeal. Excited, she hastily gathered her shiny phone and the box it came in, rushing out to tell Lorcan. “Lorcan!”

He turned to her, a brow raised, “Yes?”

“We got it, we got the appeal!”

He gasped, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her, picking her up and swinging her around. “We got it.”

As he put her down on her feet, his eyes tender and soft, “You’re fucking amazing, Lochan.”

“Language,” she murmured, reaching up to pick a pine needle off the collar of his sherpa jacket and giving a pointed look to the children. Lorcan chuckled and rolled his eyes as she turned to Essar, “I’m sorry, there’s just this case and it got appealed and it’s just a whole big thing.”

“Well, I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m happy for you two. I should be getting the kiddos back to school, but I’ll see you guys on Sunday. Say bye-bye to our friends,” Essar said to the children and they all yelled good-bye, still holding hands as they waved.

Lorcan and Elide laughed and waved goodbye as Essar led the children down the sidewalk. “I can’t believe you actually got the appeal.”

“Are you dissing my mad lawyer skills?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Nah, no way. It’s more like Cairn fucked it up so bad and the judge hates him.” His arm was slung over her shoulder and she bumped him with her hip, scrunching her nose up as he made a face and stuck his tongue out at her.

“You’re a child.”

He opened his mouth to reply when they heard someone calling their names. They looked behind them at Sadirah who ran up to them. “Hey! Elide, do you mind coming with me? There’s something for you.”

“What, I can’t see it?”

“Nope. Top secret, big man. You’ll find out soon enough,” she said, tugging on Elide’s hand. “You’ll see her later, gods above, go!”

He held his hands up in surrender and backed away, “I’ll be at the boat when you’re ready, princess.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Sadirah pulled Elide into a shop above Dresenda’s, refusing to answer any of her questions. Elide only became more confused when she saw Aneha, Odette, Aelin, and Nehemia waiting in chairs in what appeared to be a seamstress’ atelier. “What’s happening?”

Aneha stepped up, a garment bag in her hand, “Go into the back and change!”

Elide dutifully took the bag and passed into the closed off area, her breath catching as she unzipped the bag and revealed to herself a white silk dress, no extra beading or decorations save for painstaking pleats and beautiful mother-of-pearl buttons.

Her throat ached with tears as she changed into it, the gown fitting like a glove. It wasn’t particularly figure-showing or revealing, but beautiful, nonetheless. The sleeves were loose until they cuffed just below the elbow, pearl buttons running up the sides. The curtain moved to the side and Odette stepped in, smiling as she zipped up the back, “Thought you might need some help.”

Elide smiled gratefully, pressing her lips together to keep her tears at bay. She breathed out slowly, smoothing her hands over the bodice, her fingers tracing the decorative pearl buttons that went up her sternum to a dropped v-shaped neckline. “It’s beautiful.”

“It was my mother’s. It was a scandal, you know, the marriage. You see, she was from the Toka nation – the Ozuye’s long-time foe. But still, she married my father and we had a happy life.” Odette gently undid Elide’s ponytail from her run and gathered her hair in a low bun. “Lorcan looks at you the same way my father did my mother. I hope you know just how much he loves you.”

“I do,” Elide replied, tears pooling in her eyes.

They heard Aelin holler, “Well, come on out! We want to see!”

Elide and Odette chuckled, “Always a rebel rouser, that one.” Odette kissed Elide’s cheek and opened the curtain to usher her out.

They all squealed and clapped as Elide stepped onto the pedestal, looking at herself in the mirror. Admittedly, she looked gorgeous, and Aneha stepped closer, scrutinizing with a pincushion on her wrist. “How does it feel?”

“Perfect, really. Except for maybe the waist,” she pulled in the extra fabric and Aneha nodded, her eyes narrowing as she pinned the dress in place.

She moved to the back and pulled at the shoulders, “I’ll fix these, as well, just raise them a bit. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Elide murmured, looking at Odette as she walked up with a jewellery box in hand.

“Here, we thought you might need something borrowed or blue.” She opened the box and lifted out a dainty silver chain with an oval-shaped blue jade. Odette stood behind Elide, bumping her daughter out of the way to gently lay it around Elide’s throat.

The stone was cool against the skin of her chest and she gasped a bit at the feeling as Odette put her hair back in a twist, clipping a tortoiseshell hair clip around her hair.

Elide barely heard their compliments as she stared at herself, her eyes welling. She’d forgotten what this was all like.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan was sitting in the boat, reclined and dozing in the warm sun when he was woken abruptly by Elide, her eyes red-rimmed. “Can we go.”

“What happened—”

“I need to get out of here, so can you please just drive?” He didn’t ask any more questions and steered the boat out of the marina. “Move over. I want to drive.”

“Elide, wait—”

She pushed him out of the way and grabbed the wheel, pushing on the lever until they were cruising at max speed, slicing aggressively through the water. Lorcan let out a shouted curse and grabbed onto the window, eyes wide and on Elide as she drove. “What are you doing? What happened?”

“Your family loves you, you know that?”

“Yes, I fucking know that! Why are you going so fast, what happened?”

“You know that they love you and you’re still lying to them!”

“What did you think was going to happen when we got up here?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think about it!” In a flash, she let go of the wheel and stumbled to the seat as Lorcan swore and caught it, still remaining at the top speed as he yelled at her.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever fucking heard in my life, Elide.”

“I forgot, ok?!”

“Forgot what?”

“I forgot what it’s like to have a family, you bastard! I’ve been on my own since I was fourteen and spent all my time studying to get away from Perranth! I forgot what it’s like to have people love you and hug you just because and give you necklaces and ask to spend the holidays with you! And you have that here and I’m just ruining everything!” ”

Lorcan didn’t know where this was coming from and he got angry, “You didn’t fucking think about that? No, of course you didn’t! Of course, you didn’t think about how this could fuck up my entire life because all you care about is you! You’re the most selfish person I know, Elide!” There was a buoy in his path and he swerved violently to avoid it. “Hellas below, I get that you’re freaking out, but you can’t just commandeer a boat you don’t know how to drive!”

He finally slowed the boat and waited for her reply, only, it never came. Lorcan scoffed, “Oh, yeah, that’s real mature, princess, just ignoring- Elide?” he turned around and didn’t see her. Confused, he glanced around, wondering where she could’ve gone. He bent down, wondering if she’d maybe crawled under the bench.

Somebody screamed and he looked up in his wake, seeing somebody thrashing in the water. “Shit, shit, shit, Elide!” Pale hands broke the surface and bubbles popped up as she fought to reach air.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

The ocean was bitingly cold and wet, dark all around her. She couldn’t breathe, saltwater shoving up her nose and burning in her throat. She thrashed, fighting to get to the surface and a breath of air. As she broke free, she screamed, hearing him yell for her to swim to the buoy.

Using all her strength, Elide made her way to the metal structure, grabbing the iron rung of the ladder and clinging to it. Elide climbed up carefully, not moving her legs until she had a death grip on the next rung.

Waves splashed against her as Lorcan slowly approached her, reaching a hand out. “Grab my hand, Elide.”

She glanced fearfully at the water, his hand, and the boat, judging the distance to be too great and shook her head. “It’s too far. I’m going to fall.”

”Every time you fall, I promise I will catch you, just grab my hand.” She didn’t move. “Princess.” Slowly, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist. “There you go, it’s ok, let go of the ladder.”

She did and he pulled her through the water to the boat, tugging her up effortlessly and sitting her on the plush leather seat, kneeling down and grabbing a blanket from one of the compartments. Her whole body was wracked with great big shivers and he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, sitting next to her and pulling her into his lap. He shucked off his thick sweater, draping it over her as well.

Lorcan rubbed her arm, getting the blood flowing through her body as she shook. “Why would you do that, you know you can’t swim,” he berated her, his heart still slamming in his chest as he started the boat again. Elide pressed her face into his neck, the tip of her nose freezing against his warm skin. “You just can’t go around trying to drown yourself when you’re insulted, Elide.”

Elide’s teeth were clacking loudly together as she said, “You made me fall in, bastard. It’s all your fault.” She knocked her forehead against his jaw and glared up at him, nothing like the intimidating scowl that was usually directed at him. “You lost me.”

He shifted her so he could wrap his other arm around her as well and still keep a hand on the wheel. “I will always find you, Lochan. I promise.” Elide looked up at him, something warming in her heart. “Ok?”

She nodded and tucked herself further into his chest, “Ok.”

Lorcan smiled down at her, smiled at the way she folded herself into him so naturally and felt something stir in his chest, similar to what he’d felt holding her this morning in their bed. Only this time, he let himself hold her tighter and his grin grew wider, unbeknownst to her.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

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photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

So yes, it’s not really very often that you find yourself attending parties anymore; preferring the comfort of your own home and bed where you could scroll endlessly through social media compared to being surrounded by drunk people you barely knew. The parties you now attended were few and far between; so why did you find yourself in Hoseok and Namjoon’s shared apartment this heinous Monday night? Well, because it was a celebration. Namjoon, one of your best friends and your boyfriend of almost a year, had released his first ever mixtape. You’d spent the entire day listening to the masterpiece of a mixtape on repeat, a mix of deep, philosophical songs and diss tracks with the rhythm and flow of all the anger and frustration he felt and still feels towards the people who didn’t believe in him or told him he’d never amount to anything.

You see, all his life, Namjoon had always been the most clever, intelligent boy to walk whatever school he attended. University was no different and thus, he’d obtained a full scholarship to study both mathematics and philosophy. However, as much as he enjoyed both of those subjects, his passion had always been music. That had obviously led to slight friction with his family, who both wanted to support him and his music, but also wanted to see him succeed in life. And writing and producing didn’t always lead to success. Namjoon had also received criticism for his lyrics, flow and rap from other rappers who felt they were better than him. Nevertheless, he’d never let him get to him and kept his head down, producing his music whenever he could around his degrees. And finally, it had paid off, with him releasing his first ever mixtape album.

Hence, you find yourself at Hoseok and Namjoon’s apartment, for his congratulatory celebration. Hoseok’s state of the art speakers blared music so loud, you could feel the heavy bass reverberating through your bones. Not that most people seemed to mind, as the music was practically confined to the living room where most people were either dancing or just enjoying the music. If people wanted to speak, they were more than welcome to in the kitchen or rooftop, which consequently belonged to Hoseok and Namjoon as well. You were currently standing outside, breathing in the fresh air while Namjoon was conversing with Jackson, Yoongi and Wheein. Jimin and Jungkook were currently fighting over your best friend, Suri. Who had yet to decide who she was going to say yes to because somehow, she had fallen for both Busan boys.

Your other best friend and Suri’s sister, Sooji, was currently dancing on the table in the middle of the dance floor, her boyfriend of three years, Seokjin, was right next to her, egging her on as he drunkenly swayed left to right. Taehyung and his own paramour, Yena, were currently nestled in each other’s arms, whispering and giggling to each other. Thus, you found yourself on the rooftop, a drink in your hand with Hoseok and his girlfriend, Seokjin’s sister, Sooyun, at your side, keeping you company as you giggled at him. The poor boy had only had two drinks and yet he was flushed red and completely quiet, the complete opposite of what he was usually like while Sooyun, in her tipsy state, rambled on and on about something or the other. Honestly, she spoke so quick and changed topics so often, it was hard to keep up.

“____, I love you! I honestly love you so much. You’re so pretty, and you’ve got such nice hair” Sooyun gushed, reaching out and practically yanking at your locks. You winced slightly at the tipsy girl. Hoseok had his arms wrapped around her, leaning his head on her shoulder while he quietly watched the interaction between the two of you.

“I can’t believe you’re single, you should let us set you up!” Sooyun whined and you almost choke on your peach schnapps, lime vodka and lemonade concoction. You weren’t single. You were very much happily taken with the love of your life, Namjoon. Except, none of your friends knew that.

You’d been together almost a year, getting together in your second year. You’d initially kept it a secret because you weren’t sure whether it was going to go anywhere and you didn’t want friends butting into a relationship that was so new; especially since you were both a part of the same friendship group. But after the first couple of months, you’d just gotten so used to being in your bubble and being able to get away from your friends that you’d decided to just keep it to yourself for a bit longer. It was easy enough, you lived alone and so Namjoon and you had spent most of your time locked in your apartment. But then, the time kept passing and suddenly, your first anniversary was nearing and none of your friends knew of your relationship with Namjoon. Just as you were about to refute her words, Sooyun shakes off Hoseok and grabs your hand.

“Come on! I’ll introduce you to someone right now! He’s one of Jinyoung’s friends. You know Jinyoung right? He’s on my Forensics course” Sooyun says as she drags you across the rooftop, directly across your boyfriend and his group of friends. Namjoon looks at you in surprise, watching your every move and you smile apologetically at him before shrugging. Both of you know how headstrong Sooyun is, and you both know that there’s absolutely no saying no to her when her mind is set on something. Thus, you simply let her drag you.

When she finally stops, it’s in front of two guys. One of them, you can distinctively remember is Jinyoung; who you’d met a couple of times when Sooyun was working on projects with him. The second, is a completely new face and you’re floored by how beautiful he is. He’s got sharp, cat-like dark eyes framed by long dark locks that swish in front of his eyes. His nose is straight and sharp, sitting above perfectly shaped, albeit thin pink lips and a sculpted jaw that completes his face. He truly is one of the most attractive men you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and if you weren’t already happy in a relationship with Namjoon, you’d have kissed Sooyun for this meeting. However, you weren’t single and you could both feel and see Namjoon’s gaze on you from the corner of your eye.

“Jinyoung-ah! Jaebum-ah hi! This is my friend, ____. ____, this is Jaebum and Jinyoung!” Sooyun says and Jaebum sends Jinyoung a look before smiling briefly at you. Jinyoung, however, scoffs and raises his eyebrow.

“Sooyun-ah, is this another one of your matchmaking schemes? Because the last time you did this, you tried to set up Yugyeom with Hwasa and you know how that ended” Jinyoung says sternly but Sooyun just waves him off.

“I should have known that their personalities would clash but it’s fine. And this isn’t a set up. I’m just introducing you to one of my best friends. Who just happens to be single” Sooyun says with a slight slur and you blush as Jaebum looks you up and down with a smirk.

“She’s cute, I’ll give her that. ____, was it?” Jaebum says before turning to you and you nod, blushing despite yourself.

“Perfect! I’ll just leave you both to it. Jinyoung, we have a project to discuss, don’t we?” Sooyun says as she grabs Jinyoung by the arm before tugging him.

“Ya, why would we need to discuss that now? Sooyun-ah? YAH!” Jinyoung protests as he’s dragged away, leaving you and Jaebum alone. You resist the urge to face palm yourself before nervously giggling as you turn back to Jaebum.

“Sorry about her. She’s kind of hard to say no to when she gets like that. Especially after a couple of drinks” You say sheepishly and Jaebum waves it off.

“I’ve been told. Yugyeom almost cried after the entire Hwasa situation, Apparently, she thought he was too cute and laidback” Jaebum says and you both laugh, thankful for the ice breaker.

“Cute laugh, suits a cute girl” Jaebum says as he leans forward slightly with a smirk before sipping his drink. Your eyes widen slightly and you shake your head at him.

“Hey listen, I know she said I was single… but I’m not. I’m actually seeing someone” You say and Jaebum’s eyes widen slightly before he backs up. He raises his eyebrow at you, waiting for you to explain a bit more.

“They don’t know. As in my friends don’t know. We haven’t told them yet. We kinda just liked being by ourselves, I guess? You know how big our group can be. It was nice being able to spend time just with each other, especially since we were so new. We were kinda worried that they’d immediately want us to start doing couple-y things… so we just never told them. But it’s a year in about two weeks” You quickly explain and Jaebum nods along.

“Yeah, I understand. At least, the needing the privacy thing. But damn, that’s a long time to keep something from your friends. It’s Namjoon-ssi isn’t it?” Jaebum asks and your eyes widen in alarm.

“Wha- how did you know?” You exclaim and Jaebum laughs at you.

“Well, Jackson always mentions how his ‘best buddy’ always seems to be busy because he’s hanging out with you. I don’t know how no one’s noticed to be honest. But also, he hasn’t stopped glaring at me since Sooyun-ah dragged you here, I’m kind of afraid he’s going to deck me or something” Jaebum says with an easy laugh and you stiffen, looking over at Namjoon. Jaebum was right, Namjoon was glaring daggers at the other male. You catch his attention and send him an easy smile and he’s immediately placated. His features relax, but you notice the slight clenching of his jaw and you know you’re not out of the frying pan yet. You turn back to Jaebum and give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, he won’t hit you. I don’t think…” You trail off before shaking your head as you reassure the man, “No. No, he definitely won’t. Don’t worry, although I should probably go before he really gets angry. It was nice to meet you Jaebum-ssi” You say with a slight bow and Jaebum nods.

“Same here. Although, if you and Namjoon-ah ever break up, let me know” Jaebum says with a wink and you smack him playfully before turning around. You look over to where Namjoon was previously, but he’s no longer there. Your eyebrows scrunch in puzzlement as you look around, but it’s like he’s pulled a Houdini and completely disappeared. You frown before you walk around, looking for him.

He’s almost nowhere to be found on the rooftop, so you decide to check inside. You’re walking past the photobooth Hoseok had hired for the day (‘It’ll be fun! People can put on the funny accessories and take pictures to remember the day! We need one and it’s so cheap to hire it’ he has argued when faced with the question of why exactly they needed a photo-booth) when suddenly, you’re pulled into said photo booth, with the curtain being shut immediately after. You open your mouth to scream when an arm wraps around your waist, a hand clasping around your mouth and muffling your impending shriek. Your eyes widen when you come face to face with your boyfriend.

“Namjoon, what the fuck?” You yell when he finally takes his hand off of your mouth, hitting his chest lightly.

“Don’t what the fuck me. What were you doing flirting with Jaebum?” Namjoon asked, his eyes narrowing as his jaw juts out. He’s glowering down at you and you know you should probably feel threatened or somewhat fearful; but his anger only serves to turn you on.

“I wasn’t flirting with Jaebum!” You argue back. Briefly, you wonder if the both of you should be quieter, but you figure that considering the music is so loud, you’re both safe from prying ears.

“It certainly looked like you were. Why did Sooyun-ah drag you over there?” Namjoon asks and you stiffen slightly. You rub the back of your neck as you mumble your answer, avoiding his eyes. Namjoon’s eyes turn into slits as he cocks his head, trying to discern what you were saying.

“What did you just say?” Namjoon asks and you let out a small sigh, already knowing that he’s going to react explosively.

“She wanted to introduce me to him because she didn’t like that I was single” You finally say, your tone laced with exasperation and Namjoon’s hands smack into the photobooth wall behind you, caging you in, your knees slightly bent to accommodate the seat.

“What?” Namjoon grits out and you place your palms on his chest, trying to placate his anger.

“Namjoon! She doesn’t know we’re dating; her intentions were pure. Besides, I told him I was dating you as soon as he started flirting” You say in a rush before freezing, realising what you had just said. You quickly clamp your mouth shut, noticing the way his eyes darken at your words.

“He did what? H-He flirted with you? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m going to kill him” Namjoon says as he draws up to his full height, towering over you before turning around to leave the photo booth. Your eyes widen and you quickly grab his wrist and tug as hard as you can, pulling him back towards you. The booth is too small however, and he almost falls into you. Namjoon quickly catches himself, bracing his palms once again on the wall behind you.

“Stop! As soon as I said I was dating you, he stopped. Nothing happened. I’m yours Joonie, no one else’s” You say softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you tip toe and kiss the bottom of his jaw.

“You’re right. You’re mine and no one else’s, especially not Jaebum’s” Namjoon says, his voice deep and husky. His words, paired with his tone, send shockwaves straight to your core and you can feel the beginnings of your arousal.

“And I’m going to show you, exactly why you’re mine and who you belong to” Namjoon continues before swooping down and capturing your lips with his. His arms snake around your waist and pull you closer into his hard, defined chest. You let out a moan, your fingers curling into the locks at the nape of his neck as you deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes your lip, asking for entrance and you allow him access. His tongue slips into your mouth and your tongues begin dancing; massaging and twirling around each other.

You moan into the kiss, tugging his hair slightly as you try to pull him closer to you. Namjoon’s slender fingers begin making quick work of your shirt, unbuttoning each button one by one before slipping it off of your body. His hands move to rest on your hips, trailing up and down your side before he unclasps your bra. He breaks off the kiss and begins peppering kisses down your jaw and towards your neck, suckling pink bruises onto your skin. His hands deftly slip under your bra, hand splayed across the side of your ribcage as a thumb skilfully works your nipple into hardened peaks. His soft touches send shiver across your spine and you cry out when he rolls your nipple under his thumb.

“Fuck, Joon… we can’t. Not here” You say, in a half assed attempt to get him to stop, but even as you say that, you pull him closer and he smiles against your collarbone; where he continues to pepper small kisses over the expanse of the skin.

“Yeah baby. Right here, where anyone could walk in on us. Where Jaebum can hear you. I want them to know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and no one can have you. You’re mine… just like I’m yours” Namjoon whispers, brushing his lips against your lips before tenderly kissing the side of your mouth. His hands trail down from their place on your breasts to the buttons of your jeans and he begins unbuttoning them before slipping them down to your thighs. His hand then begins trailing along your mon pubis, back and forth in light touches. You buck your hips into him, lips drawn between your teeth as you quietly plead with him to give you what you want. You can feel your wetness sticking and unsticking to the lace of your panties with every one of his movements. Your pussy began clenching as he slowly got closer and closer towards cupping your slick sex.

“Joonie… Joonie please. I need something… anything” You plead and Namjoon pressed his lips into your temple.

“Anything for my baby” He says and then his hand slips under your panties, bypassing your clit and aiming straight for your slightly wet hole; immediately thrusting his middle finger into you. You let out a small moan of surprise, slight pain but mainly pleasure. His finger wasn’t wet enough to enter you without the mild discomfort, but now that he was in you, your slick was lubricating his digits.

“Shit baby, I could barely get my finger in. How are you this fucking tight? I swear, no matter how much or how often I fuck you open, you always stay as tight as the first night I fucked you. I’m gonna have to stretch that pretty little cunt for me aren’t I?” Namjoon hisses as he feels you clench around his finger.

“Oh god” You whimper, biting your lips hard as he forces a second finger into you. You lean forward, resting your head just under his collarbone as he continues pressing his long fingers as deep into you as they can go, the pads of his fingers pressing softly against your g-spot. He slowly slides his fingers out of you before pressing them slowly into you once again, slowly fucking you open. You let out a small whine as you feel him stretch you open, your hips softly pressing further into his hand, grinding down on his hand, as you silently beg him for more. Suddenly, he begins retracting his fingers from you, but this time, he doesn’t slide back in; instead, he pulls out and begins rubbing your juices all over your pussy before his thumb brushes your clit.

You cry out at how sensitive the bundle of nerves is, throbbing and hard, crying out for the stimulation that it had been denied. But now that it was being touched, it was slightly over sensitised and Namjoon’s light touches only caused in making your thighs shake slightly. Then, he thrusts his fingers back into you and this time, the stretch is slightly easier to take. You thought you’d be able to remain quiet, but as he begins thrusting his fingers into you, the pad of his thumb rubs lazy circles into your pulsing clit and a small moan escapes your lips.

“Your pussy feels so good around my fingers baby. You feel so soft and wet inside, fuck… I can’t get enough of your pussy. I love the way you feel, whether it’s around my fingers, or my tongue… but I especially love how you feel around my cock” Namjoon whispers in your ear and his words force your walls to clench around him, causing him to groan throatily right beside your ear. You’re breathing heavily, forehead still braced against his chest and he thrusts slowly and deeply into you.

“Joon-ie” You stutter, your voice cracking when he begins pressing a third finger into you. Your eyes scrunch up and you breathe heavily, your wrists curling around his shirt as he continues pushing his third digit into you, stretching your tight pussy even further.

“Joonie, I can’t… it’s too much. Fuck, Joonie… it hurts�� You moan, grabbing his wrist with one hand, stopping his movement when his third finger is as deep into you as it can go. He hushes you, pressing comforting kissing into the crown of your head as he waits for you to adjust to being spread around his digits.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’re doing so well. You’re being so good for me” Namjoon soothes and you nod, the pain finally dulling enough for him to move. You know he has to stretch you out with at least three fingers or it’d be too difficult to take his cock in later but it didn’t negate the pain and discomfort you felt now. You release his wrist and Namjoon slowly begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you once again, his thumb once again rolling your clit in soft circles. Your nerves feel afire with all the stimulation you’re receiving and your eyes are focused on the way his hand looks inside your panties, the muscles in his well-defined arm flexing every time his fingers move into you; nerves bulging against the skin of his arm.

You finally gather enough semblance of yourself to move your hand to the obvious bulge in his trouser. You feel how long and unbelievably thick he is through his denim clad crotch. Your hands move, trying to undo his belt and take some of the clothes off of him. Your fingers however are too shaky, Namjoon still slowly drawing out your pleasure in the cruellest of ways. You can feel the heat pooling in your belly, the slow burn slowly driving you insane as with each thrust of his fingers he hits your g-spot briefly, adding to your pleasure induced haze.

“Mmm, baby not yet. I want to try something first. Do you trust me?” Namjoon asks and you have no idea why he questions it, because your trust and faith in him has never once waivered.

“You know I do Nams” You reply without hesitating and Namjoon smiles at you, the indentations that are his dimples deepen and your heart skips a beat.

“I love you” Namjoon says and your eyes are hazy with lust but you smile lazily and kiss his neck before murmuring back your own ‘I love you’. He slowly slides his fingers free, his fingers slipping out with a small pop and you can feel the slight ache in your walls from being stretched but you suddenly feel empty, whining for him to fill you again and make you cum. Namjoon laughs deeply at you before spinning you around so you were facing the photobooth camera. He manoeuvres you so you’re braced against it, palms pressed either side of the camera. Your eyes widen in surprise when you realise you’re in perfect position for the photobooth camera to capture your illicit actions.

“Joon?” You ask nervously and he presses a comforting kiss into your back, between your shoulder blades.

“This is your punishment baby. I told you, I’m going to show you who you belong to. I’m going to run that camera, and we’re going to capture just how good you are for me, how fucked out I make you. I’m going to capture every facial expression, the way you look with my fingers, tongue or cock buried in you, the way you moan for me. I’m going to capture your face when you cum. I’m going to show you that you belong to me and no one else. That no one can love you the way I do, make you feel the way I do, fuck you the way I do” Namjoon murmurs, his words rumbling deep within his chest and your throat goes dry, your eyes almost rolling back into your skull. It’s completely vulgar and his words are filth, spoken by his sinful tongue. And yet, you can feel yourself gush, suddenly wanting everything he was willing to give you and so much more.

“Does my little slut like that? Do you want me to fuck you in front of this camera?” Namjoon asks and you nod eagerly, Namjoon smirking down at you. He spanks your ass slightly, groaning in appreciation at the way it jiggles. His fingers that were once buried deep in your cunt are now found between your lips. He sticks his fingers in your mouth and you immediately wrap your lips around them, licking and sucking your arousal clean from his digits. You rolled your tongue over his fingers, tasting your own juices.

“Fuck, you’re a sin” Namjoon hisses as he pulls his fingers out. He then crouches down, undoing your shoes before helping you slip them off, and the slides your jeans off of you too. He does however, leave your panties on. Namjoon quickly undresses himself too, leaving him in just his black boxers that do nothing to hide his hardened cock. He presses his cock into your clothed pussy and you let out a sharp hiss before it turns into a moan at the feel of his heat next to your own. He turns your head to the side before dropping down for a kiss and suddenly, you forget where you are. You lose yourself in the feel of his thick, luscious lips against your own, the silken feel of his tongue dancing against yours. You bite his lip playfully and Namjoon presses his fingertips harder into your hips, slowly grinding his cock in harsh movements against your wet heat. Namjoon’s fingers flit up your side and you squirm against him, laughing into the kiss and Namjoon pulls away, grinning down softly at your giggling figure.

“It tickles” You say and Namjoon wiggles his fingers into your side a bit more, forcing another laugh out of you before he leans over and buries his face into your neck. He breathes in your scent deeply, his hands trailing up your stomach to cup your breast, rolling and softly massaging them in his huge palms. He slowly kisses his way down your neck, tracing kisses down your spine until he’s on his knees behind you. He places two small kisses on either of your butt cheeks before pressing light kisses against your inner thighs. He can smell how strong your scent is, the muskiness of your arousal so strong that it almost drives his insane.

He slowly hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down slowly. He watches the way he slowly removes your sodden panties, loving how they slowly peel from where they’re clinging to your pussy lips. He lets out a shaky breath as strings of your arousal stick to the material before slowly breaking. You’re completely drenched. Your juices are slowly dripping down from your cunt, you’re a complete mess, arousal thick and sticky, as it runs down your inner thighs. He finally pulls them off and they drop to the floor in such a state of ruin that you know you’ll never be able to wear them again. When you’re finally exposed you shudder, the heat of Namjoon’s breath and slight chill of the night draft through the photo booth curtain only adding to the sensation.

“Turn the booth on sweetheart” Namjoon finally says and with shaky hands you click the buttons you need to. Silently, you thank Hoseok for the photo booth, but especially because he had it rigged to take as many pictures as you wanted before it stopped. Obviously, he hadn’t intended it to be used for this reason, but you figured ‘hey, what the hell?’. You clicked the infinite option, which would take photos every 30 seconds. It also meant you’d have to personally stop it from taking pictures. The countdown began. 5 seconds to go and Namjoon spread your legs slightly, so you could accommodate him between your legs better. 3 seconds to go and Namjoon spreads your ass cheeks with his hands, exposing your cunt for his eyes to feast upon. 1 second to go and he buries his face deep within your pussy, licking a stripe from your clit to your leaking hole. The second his lips touch you, your eyes flutter shut and your face crumples in elation as you moan, and the camera clicks that exact second.

Namjoon smirks between your folds before once again laving his tongue against the entirety of your sex, from the source of your leaking arousal to your hardened, pulsing clit. He lashes his tongue against you, twisting and rolling the appendage against your soaked cunt lips. He stiffened his tongue before he began licking your clit. His tongue swiped the bundle of nerves again and again and your hands curled into fists as you moaned out his name, attempting to grind your hips into his face. He continued teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around it, suckling it between those two pillowy lips of his.

The second you threw your head back, the camera clicked again and you gushed around his tongue. You had been so consumed by the intoxicating ecstasy your boyfriend was lavishing on you, that you had forgotten you were being photographed. His lips continuously suckled and flicked your clit with his tongue, one of his hands moving to brush his fingers against your clenching pussy once again. You mewled out his name, bucking into him as you begged for more and Namjoon, never wanting to disappoint you, gave you what you wanted. He began slipping two fingers into you, and this time you were wet enough that they slid in easier.

“Shiiit” You murmured as you felt him finger you open once again. Namjoon began sucking harder, moaning around your clit and causing your legs to shake on either side of him. His fingers began pumping into you, and then he curled them inside you and your knees buckled when his fingers hit your g-spot. You could feel your long-anticipated orgasm slowly building up. All the stress, the tension, the slow burn of pleasure caused by Namjoon’s languid pace, his teasing and tantalising touches were slowly stroking the fire building in your loins. Every suck and lick of your clit, every thrust of his fingers into you, the way he was moaning against your cunt, the rhythmic clicking of the camera, were causing sharp thrums of pleasure to burn through your veins. You were turned on beyond belief and you knew that you were going to cum soon. You could feel it building, growing exponentially with every moment.

“You taste so good sweetheart. You’re dripping all over my mouth. Fuck, you’re so wet. You’ve never been this wet before. Do you like me eating you out in front of a camera? I think you do. I think you get off on the thought of me or someone else seeing you like this. But, fuck me baby. You taste so good, the sweetest cunt I’ve ever eaten. I could eat you out forever” Namjoon says from between your legs as he begins working you over faster. His finger bury deeper into you, curling slightly more, brushing against your spongy g-spot in a brutal rhythm. You moan, gyrating your hips against his face as you mewl and gasp his name out repeatedly, as if it’s the only prayer on your lips. Distantly, you acknowledge the voice and party going on outside the booth, but it only serves to turn you on more.

“Namjoon… please” You plead and he starts sucking and licking harder, adding a third finger into you. Your legs stiffen at the stretch once again but you power through it, eyes shut and leaking with the tears from the pleasure wrought on your body. You can feel the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had build inside you and it was slowly driving you to the brink of insanity. Your legs are shaking almost non-stop at this point, but Namjoon perseveres, finger fucking and eating you out to the best of his ability. You’re so wet, you can hear the squelching of your wetness every time Namjoon thrusts his digits into you.

He sucks even harder on your clit than he had before, all three fingers thrusting in and out of you so quick, your walls convulse uncontrollably around them. He slightly parts his lips from around your clit and begins licking at the bundle of nerves while suckling. You clenched your eyelids tighter and felt the tears at the corners. And then, he reaches up and pinches your nipple as hard as he can and you let out a small shriek at the pain mixed with the pleasure. But it’s all it takes to push you over the edge.

Before you can stop yourself, you shriek out his name. Your body feels like it’s on fire, your skin prickling with every sensation imaginable as your muscles quake, legs spasming involuntarily around Namjoon’s head. And then you felt it. Your cunt clenched rhythmically, your wetness gushing out of you in pulses, all over Namjoon face and fingers and all over the floor of the photobooth. The scent of sex heightens impossibly, until all you can smell is your musky arousal in the air. The pleasure doesn’t subside after first few squirts, it only intensifies with Namjoon’s continuous ministrations. He’s moaning against your clit, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure as you soak his hand and face.

Your legs both feel numb and like jelly and you’re completely certain that if it weren’t for your intense bracing against the wall and Namjoon’s hand still on your breast keeping you up, you would have been a quivering mess crumpled on the floor, moaning uncontrollably. You want to push Namjoon away, but he continues his actions, riding out your orgasm. You feel too sensitive, too raw and it’s beginning to hurt, but you can’t find the energy to push him away. Instead, you breathe heavily, trying to get your breathing back under control as you ride the after waves of your orgasm. But then Namjoon presses his fingers deeper into you, right up against your g-spot and begins massaging and rubbing it and suddenly you’re thrust into your second orgasm, immediately after your first. It was harder this time, the constant stimulation of your g-spot intensifying every ounce of pleasure you feel. You cum so hard that it hurts as much as it feels good and you’re shrieking his name out once again.

You pray that the music is still blaring, because there is no way the people outside wouldn’t have heard you otherwise. You close your eyes once again, this time the tears flowing freely as you clench and unclench your fingers. Your entire body stays trembling as you once again ride the aftershocks of your second orgasm. Your mind has gone blank and you’re nothing but a blubbering, moaning mess on top of Namjoon. Namjoon is finally slowing down, but the stimulation is still too much so you begin squirming. You let out small whines of protest as you pull away and Namjoon finally gets the message. His fingers slowly leave your spasming cunt walls, lips dislodging from around your clit. He grins up at you, the entire bottom half of his face covered in copious amounts of your slick. Your cum was all over his face, his shoulders, his chest and his hand and you blush brightly as you look down at his glistening top half.

“You did so good for me sweetheart. I can’t wait to see those pictures later. Fuck, you squirted all over me baby. Are you okay?” Namjoon asks as he rises from his knees and you lazily smile and nod. He lets your body go and your knees immediately buckle. Namjoon’s eyes widen but he quickly catches you, arms around your waist once again as he pulls you into his chest.

“Joonie… fucking…. amazing. I’ve never… fuck… can’t think” You stutter out and Namjoon chuckles, kissing your temple as he waits for you to get a hold of yourself. One arm lazily travels up and down your back and you feel the blissful feeling of love wash over you.

“I love you” You say lazily as you smile up at him and Namjoon grins, dimples popping out before he bends over and kisses you. You move your hand and palm at his dick as you finally begin gaining your wits about you.

“I want you. I want you in me, somewhere. Anywhere. I just need to feel you. Joonie please. Please” You beg and Namjoon tilts your chin up and kisses you hard. You moan as you taste yourself on his tongue and lips before you break the kiss, peppering kisses and suckling around his jaw as you taste yourself on his skin.

“Sit down, I want you to fuck my throat” You say, gesturing to the seat and Namjoon lets out a small groan. He quickly kicks off his boxers before taking a seat. Your eyes darken as you take him in, in all his glory. His deep golden tanned skin glistens with your juices in the light; and his muscular chest and toned arms are somewhat accentuated by the light reflecting off your cum. His thighs are thick, spread due to the seat under them and his cock stands proud between slightly spread thighs. His cockhead is purple and angry, and you swear you can see it twitch every now and then.

You lower onto your knees in between his legs, looking up at him as you palm at his dick. He was so hot and hard beneath your palm and so impossibly thick that even wrapped around his shaft, your fingers couldn’t touch each other. He was leaking with pre-cum, the sticky white substance pumping out of his slit and slicking his entire cockhead in his own arousal. You begin to pump the hand wrapped around his shaft up and down his length. Namjoon lets out a shuddering hiss as your wrist rubs his length, the pad of your thumb brushing against his precum covered slit as you spread his stickiness around more. It twitches under your touch, much like you had seen it do when he had sat down and you relish in the notion of having some semblance of control. It’s unusually rare for you to have this much control, Namjoon was always the more dominant one. But you had always savoured that, always revelled in how dominant and firm, yet soft he was with you.

“Don’t tease me baby, you know what happens when you do” Namjoon threatens lightly and your pussy clenches, undoubtedly dripping more of your juices onto the floor under you. And this is exactly what you meant. Even when you were in control, you weren’t. You had never and would never harbour any illusions of being able to overpower or be in control of your boyfriend. That being said, with the way he twitched and groaned under you as you palmed his cock, you knew that he was ready to explode and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t be torturing him. Consequences be damned.

You continued your languid pace, pressing soft kisses on his thick, tanned thighs, so close to his cock and yet so far. Namjoon watched you under half-lidded eyes, his smouldering gaze boring into you as the muscles in his jaw flexed. He raised his eyebrow slightly and you grinned, pressing another kiss onto his left thigh. A string of gooey pre-cum began exuding out of his slit, thick and slightly translucent white and you brushed your thumb against it before bringing it to your lips, licking his essence off of him. Namjoon’s throat rumbled in appreciation and you returned your hand to him, fisting his monstrous cock up and down. You lightly dug your nails into the sensitive flesh before you began raking them down, all the way to his balls, stimulating the sensitive sack. Namjoon let out another hiss, his head thrown back and fists clenched on either side.

“I thought you wanted to be a good for me baby? Thought you wanted me to fuck your throat like my good little slut” Namjoon says simply and your walls clench. He runs his fingers through your hair before firmly grabbing the locks, tugging at them and bringing your face closer to his dick. With that simple manoeuvre, he somehow has all the control back and you grip his shaft harder, pumping him up and down once before sticking your tongue out and swirling it around the tip of his still oozing cockhead. It twitches under you once again, and you swear you feel him pulse and grow even bigger and harder – if that was possible.

You lick at him again, eyes gazing up from on your knees, locked with his own smouldering gaze. Namjoon’s fingers lightly tug at your locks and you open your mouth in response, jaw stretched and just about wide enough to take his head in. You hold yourself there, lips suctioned around the mushroom tip while you continuously swirl your tongue and lightly suckle on him, tasting his essence in full on your tongue. His thick precum coats your tongue and you know you’ll be tasting him for a while after you stop fucking. Namjoon leans back slightly, pushing your head down further onto him while his own is thrown back and resting against the wall behind him.

You continue running your tongue up and down his shaft before slowly allowing him to split your jaw open as he pushes more and more of his cock into your wide-open mouth. You gently sucked more and more of him into you, almost gagging when his tip hits the back of your throat. Your eyes burn with tears and you hold yourself for a bit, waiting for it to subside. You’ve still got a few inches of his cock to go before he’s fully in your mouth and no matter how many times you had sucked him off, you never truly got used to his length or girth. The sensitivity between your legs was also slowly subsiding and your thighs squirmed slightly, wanting something to fill you up once again.

Once you adjusted more to him in your mouth, you pushed yourself down the final couple inches before your nose was pressed against his abdomen. You lightly tap Namjoon’s thigh, letting him know you were ready. And then it begins. Namjoon’s thighs flex and he thrusts up into your mouth. You gag slightly, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose as he begins thrusting in and out of your throat. He starts of slow, allowing you to get used to the feel of him slowly entering past the back of your throat but before long, his pace increases and he’s fucking into your throat hard and deep. Your finger nails dig into his thighs, leaving crescent shaped wells into his taught skin as he continues forcing himself down your throat.

“Fuck. Fuck, your mouth is so good. So- so… fucking hot… and w-wet. Shit, fuck baby. You’re- so good… for me. Only… for me. No one… not even Jaebum- can fuck your throat like this. Only me… only ever me” Namjoon groans, his voices stuttering as he revels in the euphoria of his hot, sensitive cock in your soft, velvety mouth. You can feel him twitch and pulse in your mouth and know he’s going to cum soon. One of your hands moves to play with his balls, slowly palming and rolling the sack in your hand, nails lightly racking it. His pace falters slightly before he thrusts particularly hard, burying his cock as deep into your throat as he can. You gag and choke, tears spilling down your cheek and faintly you hear the camera continuously click in the background.

And then he erupts. You hear him hiss and groan above you, hips lightly gyrating into your throat as his cock erupts. You taste and feel his hot, gloopy cum pump directly down your throat, clogging up your oesophagus. He cums so much, it floods back into your mouth and then you can taste his salty, slightly bitter cum. Namjoon’s fingers clench and unclench around your scalp, his breathing laboured as he comes back down from his high. You try your best to swallow as much as of his cum as you can, your eyes shutting as you relish in his taste. Once he’s finally spent, he pulls you off of his cock and you begin licking up the remnant of his cum around his cock.

When you’re done, Namjoon tugs your hair slightly and you open your eyes, looking up at him. When your vision comes into focus and your gazes lock, Namjoon seems to look at you with nothing but unbridled lust, only beaten by the sheer amount of love he holds in his eyes, all for you. Your eyes mirror his own gaze, the unspoken passion for each other alight on both your faces. Namjoon slowly lifts you up, pulling you so you’re straddling his lap. Your thighs are on either side of his legs and his cock is nestled in the crook of your thigh, incredibly close to your pussy.

“I really fucking love you” Namjoon says as his hand moves to the nape of your neck and then he pulls you in for a kiss. There’s no biting, or teasing, or tongues lashing against each other. You both simply lock lips and fall into sync as if you were destined for each other. He cups your face with one hand and holds you there, tongues dancing as he tastes himself on his own lips. Your hands move into his hair, messing up his sweat soaked locks as you pull him closer. The camera clicks in the background, but the two of you are too absorbed into each other to care. Then the kiss breaks natural as the two of you take a minute to catch your breaths.

“Are you ready? I need you inside me, please” You beg, the sensitivity in your cunt had long since faded and now you were consumed with the need to have him inside you.

“God, I need to be inside you. But I want you to face the camera, I want to capture the way you look when you first slide down my cock, the way I fill up and stretch out that pretty little cunt” Namjoon says as he spins you around to face the camera. Your legs are still in either side of him and you groan at the screen. The both of you are in perfect position for the camera to see everything. You notice you have twenty-three seconds till the next photo. Your fingers wrap around his shaft and you hover over his tip, rubbing the copious amount of slick all over his cockhead. He’s completely drenched in both, your arousal, and the remnants of his own cum, precum and your saliva. You’re both sticky, sweaty and messy but it only serves in turning you on more.

“Look at the camera for me sweetheart. I want you to keep watching it when I finally slide into this delicious cunt of yours” Namjoon says, his voice deep and croaky. The thick of his cockhead threatens to push into you and he groans when your hole flutters around it, spasming to try and draw him in. Namjoon’s face buries into your neck, but his gaze stays on your face in the display screen of the photo booth. His fingers grip your hips, pads digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he suckles the soft, tender skin just under your ear, by your jaw.

The timer begins counting down and you slowly guide him in. You rub his head all over your wet lips, knowing that your orgasms will have made you tighter and thus he’s going to have to stretch you out with his cock again. You stammer out his name when his cockhead brushes your clit. You relax your muscles as much as possible and then slowly slide down his girth. Your breath labours and your eyes screw shut at the stinging pain of him stretching you out. It hurt a lot worse than when he stretched you out with his three fingers but a lot less than if he hadn’t and if you weren’t as soaked as you were. His girth is so absurdly thick that you can feel your cunt muscles protesting the stretch. You hear the camera click and try to focus on that to take your mind off of him stretching you.

“Fuck Joonie…” You wince out in pain and Namjoon’s fingers splay over your hips as he peppers tender kisses comfortingly all over the back of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have stretched you again after you came. Do we need to stop?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head, not wanting to stop. You know that once he’s in you and adjusted it will all be fine, you just need to get through the initial burn. You bite your lip hard and choke out a sob as his bulbous cockhead finally squeezes into you with a pop. You lean back, his chest pressed tightly against your back as he pulls your hips down slowly, lowering you onto his cock and filling you up, your cunt protesting the stretch.

“How are you so big Namjoon, fuck- you’re tearing me up” You cry and Namjoon kisses under your jaw, the only bit of comfort he can offer you. It definitely hurts, but there’s pain in the pleasure and you feel yourself growing wetter. Although you’re never sure if it’s because of the pleasure or just your body trying to accommodate his girth for an easier transition.

Your hands slide to your breasts, playing with the fleshy mounds as he continues stretching out the walls of your pussy. You can feel every ridge, every single inch of him as he slowly opens you up. A sob of both pain and pleasure wracks through your throat and you gasp in and out, breathing deeply as he pushes further and further into you. Finally, he thrusts slightly and ploughs the last few inches into you, sliding in easily due to how wet the both of you are. His head jams against your cervix and your hand involuntarily moves to your abdomen when you can feel him so deep inside you. He slowly pulls out and then slides back in, bottoming into you and your pussy gushes, releasing another burst of wetness.

“What did I say sweet? Look at the camera” Namjoon says as he slowly begins to fuck into you. He’s in as deep as he can go and his pace is slowly picking up as your walls adjust to him. The pain is slowly dulling and the next time he drives into you; he forces a cry of pleasure from your throat. Your hands move behind you to thread into his hair. With every one of his plunges, he’s pressing harder and harder than he had before. You gasp and whine with every movement; there’s definite pleasure now mixed with the pain, the ecstasy and euphoria of feeling him inside you slowly taking over. He was so thick that he dragged your clit and g-spot with every shift of his hips, his blunt, mushroom head pressing and rubbing against for g-spot every time he pulled out and drove into you.

“Joon… Joonie- fuck, feels good” You mewl above him and Namjoon smirks against your neck, his eyes focused on the way he enters in and out of you on the photo booth screen. His cock twitches as he realises he’ll be able to take the photos home to view whenever he wants. Namjoon begins grunting as he thrusts faster, harder and much more vigorously into you. He forces the breath out of your lungs with each and every ramming movement inside you. The pressure of your orgasm was once again building inside of you. The slow burn of the heat inside your belly began pooling once again and your skin begins tingling and prickling with heat, your toes curling in euphoric bliss.

“This is so fucking hot baby. You’re so good to me. You see that? See how I stretch your cunt out? No one can fuck you like me. No one can make you feel this good. You’re cumming aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel. Each. And every. Time. Your pussy. Clenches” Namjoon says, punctuating each of his words with a hard, well placed thrust against your g-spot. One of his hands moves to press against your abdomen, forcing you to feel him even more as his thumb begins strumming your clit. You wail his name, too far gone to care if anyone can hear you now.

“You like that? Does my precious little cock slut like when I fuck her like this? Yeah baby? You love it don’t you. You don’t even care if people outside can hear you. You don’t care that a camera is over there, taking pictures of what a good little slut you are for me. In fact, you’re even wetter. You’ve never been more wet in your life. I want you to be louder for me though baby. I want you to scream my name when you cum. So that everyone out there, so that Jaebum knows who this pussy belongs to” Namjoon says, one hand gripping your hip tighter as the other plays with your clit even more.

His words make you cry out and clench under him. You can feel the ebb of your orgasm approaching nearer and nearer with every one of his deep thrusts. He’s fucking into you so hard and deep that you can’t focus on anything other than the feel of him buried as deep into you as he can go. He batters your cervix with every drive of his hips and you’re a mumbling, shuddering mess. His thumb and forefinger suddenly pinch your clit as he bites your neck and your toes curl. You wail out his name, your throat hoarse and pricking with a stinging pain. And then you cum.

“Fuck that’s it” Namjoon says as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your cunt spasms uncontrollably and you gush around his cock, squirting for the second time. You continuously wail out his name, not caring if people can hear you and it eggs Namjoon on more, his cock forcing you open even though your walls are trying to clench around him and deny him entry with your orgasm. You roll your hips on top off him as your thighs shake automatically, quaking with the after effects of your orgasm. Namjoon slowly slows down his thrusts before stopping all of a sudden. You gasp in for air, catching your breath and your eyes flutter open. You don’t even remember them shutting.

“Stand up and brace yourself against the wall again” Namjoon says, patting your ass and you do so. Namjoon’s cock draws out from the sheath of your body with a wet squelch and he slowly holds you as you stand on shaky knees. Your palms spread out on either side of the camera and once again you’re in the same position you were before. You waver for a minute, knees buckling slightly before catching yourself and holding your body up by bracing against the wall the camera is built into. Namjoon grabs you by the hips once again and bends you over slightly. He picks up one of your legs and hooks it around his elbow.

The smell of the air is permeated with sex and sweat; your musky scents entangling with each other. The air is only just about rendered from being stuffy due to the daft from the closed photo booth curtain. You look at yourself in the camera. You’re both a mess, hair plastered to your faces, Namjoon’s entire body dripping with a mix of his own sweat and your drying cum. Swear drips down from his hair to his shoulder and down his perfectly defined chest. You follow the trail with your eyes before your eyes are led to between your legs. Your thighs are soaked and with one of your legs propped up on Namjoon’s arm, there’s nothing to be covered.

You’re swollen and puffy and slightly fucked open from his huge cock. The evidence of the damage his girth and rough thrusts had done to your body are as clear as day. There are even slight bruises forming on your hips and between your thighs. You watch Namjoon drag his cock between your pussy lips and your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure mixed with the pain of the oversensitivity. He rubs the shaft of his cock against your lips, gathering more of your slick before placing his head at your entrance and pushing in. You’re both at the perfect angle for the camera to capture how well he stretches you open. You gasp in unison, eyes focused on where he’s slowly fucking you open once again until he bottoms out and fills you completely. The angle lets him do deeper, hitting all the sweet spots inside your pussy.

“Fucking hell babe. Baby… you’re pussy feels so damn god. I’m going to cum soon… but I’m not done with this cunt just yet” Namjoon warns, thrusting into you hard to emphasise his point.

“Fuck. Me. Hard” You whisper, letting each one of his thrusts punctuate your words. Namjoon doesn’t need to be told twice and the next one of his thrusts causes your vision to turn dark, white spots blinding you. Namjoon yanks your hair back, exposing your neck to him as he bruises it with more of his kisses. You’re convinced that there’s no way you’d be able to hide any of his hickeys. He’s probably left them all over your neck and shoulders at this point. Namjoon begins riding you furiously, watching the way your ass bounces on his cock with each one of his thrusts. One of his hands clutches your tit, the other keeping your leg propped up as he fucks as deep, hard and fast into you as he can go. The entire time, his lips are just by your neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he ensures your pussy would never be the same again.

“You like this don’t you, my little slut. You like the way I ride your pussy hard. You like this fat cock stretching you open” Namjoon groans, his words sending waves of pleasure straight to your belly. You moan an affirmative and Namjoon chuckles dark and throatily.

“Press your belly. I want you to feel me fucking you. Want you to feel deep me in you, where no one else can be. Where Jaebum could never be” Namjoon orders and you do as you’re told, knowing you could never defy him. You press into your stomach and can feel the way he thrusts into you, the way his cock pushes your insides around inside your abdomen every time he rams into you. You press down harder so you can feel him more deeply and he hisses as you spasm involuntarily, the action making him feel even tighter inside you. You arch your back slightly and the movement allows Namjoon to hit slightly deeper, a feat you thought impossible.

You began thrusting back towards him, your ass bouncing off of his hips and the slapping sound of impacting sweaty skin fills the air along with the squelching of your pussy. Your tits bounced in Namjoon’s hand with every bounce as you fucked yourself back on his cock. You moved your hand a little lower to play with your clit while still pressing into your belly. Your leg that was propped up was slowly going numb, but you didn’t care. You were too consumed by the ecstatic delirium of Namjoon’s cock in you. Your orgasm started building once again and you were both anticipating and dreading it. You were already losing your energy and you weren’t sure what would happen if you came once again before Namjoon. You know him and you know Namjoon loves drawing out an orgasm from you when he cums. You bounce harder, clenching your cunt around him, anything to try and get him to cum quiver and join you.

“Fuck, I’m close baby” Namjoon groan out and you silently thank the heavens as you continue your efforts. You’re practically running on fumes at this point, but the oncoming orgasm paired with Namjoon’s keeps you going. You clench repeatedly and Namjoon groans. He grips your hips tighter and starts fucking into you so fast and hard that his balls start slapping against you. The added stimulation has you hurtling into your next and hopefully last orgasm. You had already lost count of the amount of times Namjoon had made you cum. His huge cock pushes you over the edge and once again you start crying and sobbing, your palms clenching into fists. Tears once again pool into your eyes and you’re crying freely.

“Yes! Fuck… fuck Namjoon! Shit” You scream at the top of your voice as you cum once again. Namjoon feels you grow wet once again and he groans under you. Your body shakes with the forces of your contraction and you clamp down as tightly as it was possible for your pussy around Namjoon’s cock with a shuddering wail. Namjoon’s rhythm falters and his hips start moving in a stilted fashion, rutting deep into you as he begins cumming.

Namjoon bucks underneath you, pulling your hips closer to him, his face buried in your neck as he grunts and moans throatily. You barely register what is happening, too absorbed in Namjoon’s huge cock in your blissfully beaten pussy and the way your skin prickles, the way your toes curl, the way your eyes roll into the back of your skull and the way you’re quivering underneath him with the force of your orgasm. Namjoon holds you tightly to him and with one last thrust he buries himself as deep into you as he can go. When your orgasm finally subsides and your senses come back into you; you feel the hot spurts of Namjoon’s cum shooting deep into you, coating your walls white with his thick cum. He cums so much that you can feel it flood back out of you with each and every one of his smaller thrusts. You allow Namjoon to catch himself, enjoying the feel of him cumming in you. When he’s finally spent, he slowly pulls out of you and you moan at the feel of him dripping out of you.

“Fuck, look at that pussy. I can see my cum drip out of your pussy. Look at it baby, look at how I’ve marked you as mine” Namjoon says and you direct your gaze to the photobooth screen once again. You look at your dishevelled state, your matted messy hair, neck and shoulders bruised with hickeys. You trail down your body and towards your pussy where you see his cum flood out of you, dripping onto the floor as the camera takes pictures of your ruined, cum filled cunt. Namjoon’s free hand pushes his fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum in and out of your cunt and you hiss at the action as he plays with the cum inside you.

He finally lets your propped-up leg go, instead pulling your chest against his back so your face is once more in the frame. The two of you stare at your mirror images as Namjoon sticks his fingers in your mouth, feeding him the mix of your cum. You eagerly swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking his digits as you eat his cum. Namjoon groans before pulling his fingers out. He spins you around to face him and grabs your ass, the other hand cupping your face as he kisses you. The kiss is lazy, tongues languidly pressing into each other before you both pull away. Namjoon, however, repeatedly presses lazy, tender kisses against your lips. You smile up at him and once again hear the camera click.

“Fuck, that was so good” Namjoon says and you giggle, nodding your agreement before you nuzzle into his chest, your eyes shutting as your exhausted body catches up with you.

“Joonie, I’m so tired” You whine and Namjoon laughs. He holds you tightly, pressing kisses into the crown of your head before slowly sitting you down on the seat. He turns around to the camera and stops it from taking pictures before clicking finish and causing the booth to begin printing the photos. There was no way he wasn’t going to have those photos, even if he’d have to hide them somewhere where no one can find them. He’d be damned if he let anyone else see you like this.

While he’s waiting for the countless photos to print, he pulls his jeans on, stuffing his boxers and your ruined panties into his pocket before throwing his shirt on haphazardly. When he’s dressed, he begins tending to you. He slowly slides your jeans on and you groan with protest when the rough material of the denim brushes against your still sensitive core. Namjoon apologises with a soft kiss on the middle of your forehead before he slips your bra on, followed by your shirt. He slowly begins buttoning you up, from the last button to the top, pressing tender kisses to your skin, from your stomach up to your chest until he buttons the last one, where he kisses your lips.

“Come on baby. We just have to sneak into my room okay? I promise you can sleep as long as you want then, but we just have to slip out without anyone noticing us okay?” Namjoon says and you pout but nod. Namjoon grabs your hand and picks you up. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, letting you lean on him. Namjoon turns to the photos, thankful that they’ve all printed. He grabs them, making sure they’re in a neat pile before he hands them to you. You hold them tightly as Namjoon peaks out of the curtain, checking to see if the coast is clear. However, when he lets out a small ‘fuck’ and ducks back in you’re slightly worried. You open your mouth to ask him what’s wrong when you’re cut off.

“Just come out you guys. It’s not like we don’t know you guys just fucked in there” Yoongi says and your eyes pop wide open. Your face flushes in heat and you turn to Namjoon, looking at him in fear. His own cheeks are flushed and his eyes are shut as she shakes his head and mutters to himself.

“I’m sorry baby” Namjoon says and you shake your head, knowing you were just as much to be blamed, if not more considering how loud you’d been. You grab his hand and entwine your fingers before you squeeze in reassurance. Namjoon brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it.

“We’ll just face them together, okay?” You say quietly and Namjoon nods. He leans over and kisses you once again.

“No more bubble you know? No more quiet nights all alone in your apartment” Namjoon whispers against your lips and you shrug with a tender smile.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if it’s in my apartment alone, or surrounded by all our friends or even in a photo booth. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where I am” You confess and Namjoon’s eyes soften with all the love he has for you.

“I love you” Namjoon says, kissing your lips once again.

“I love you too Joon” You reply and then Namjoon opens the curtain and pulls you both out. Your skin heats up as you realise the entirety of your friendship group are sitting on the opposite end of the rooftop in a little circle.

The music had been turned off and the guests had all cleared out. Suri looked at you, her eyebrow cocked and you knew you were in a world of trouble for hiding your relationship from her from her expression. Sooji laughs at your clear embarrassment while Seokjin looks away out of respect. Sooyun looks slightly guilty and yelps, hiding behind Hoseok when Namjoon’s eyes narrow at her. Jungkook and Jimin are just staring at Namjoon is a mix of both awe and wonder, and you instantly knew they were already idolising him for this little stint. Yoongi looked at you in exasperation while Taehyung and Yena were nowhere to be found; they had most likely gone home. You squeeze Namjoon’s hand once again and slowly walk over to the group with shaky legs. Your knees buckle and you almost stumble, Namjoon catching you and allowing you to lean on him.

“So, when did this happen?” Suri asks, her arms crossed in front of her as she interrogates you.

“Can we explain another time please? Like tomorrow. ____ is tired and I’d rather just get her to bed” Namjoon says with a sigh and Jungkook snickers.

“It definitely looks like you tired her out. That poor girl, look at the state of her” Jimin says with a tut and Namjoon shrugs as you blush.

“It’s nothing she didn’t enjoy” Namjoon replies simply.

“Oh yeah, we know. We heard her. We had to ask everyone to leave. Didn’t know you had such an exhibition kink” Yoongi deadpans and you shuffle further into Namjoon, trying to use his large body as your shield. Hoseok then whistles, noticing the photos you were holding.

“Damn Joon, didn’t know you were freaky enough to take photos of you guys fucking. Although, that wasn’t why I hired the photo booth in the first place, but I told you it’d be fun right” Hoseok winks and Namjoon glares at him, effectively shutting him up.

“Yeah, except now it’ll need to be cleaned before we can return it and get the deposit back” Jin says with a sigh and both you and Namjoon apologise, promising to clean it out tomorrow.

“Umm, I’m sorry for trying to set her up with Jaebum” Sooyun stutters and Namjoon smirks at her.

“Oh, you’re not off the hook for that just yet. But it’s fine. He could never have her anyway. And I have the photos to prove it. Now, like I said, ____ really needs to sleep. So, we’ll see you guys tomorrow” Namjoon says and he then bids all his friends goodbye as he pulls you into the apartment, leading you into his bedroom. He sits you down on his bed and asks you to strip. Meanwhile, he walks over to his draw and pulls out a shirt for you and a pair of clean boxers for himself. He pulls the shirt over your head before stripping and slipping the boxers onto him.

He lays you down underneath his cover before sliding in on the other side. You turn around and wrap intertwine your legs with his, your head resting on his hard chest. Namjoon’s hand moves to rest on your hip, soothingly rubbing up and down as he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head. You smile lazily, snuggling further into him. You hear the rhythmic pounding of his heart right under your ear and the beat of his heart slowly lulls you into a slumber, the exhaustion finally taking over.

A/N: So yeah, that happened.

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I don’t know if you mean physically, emotionally, or mentally, so let's see where this goes. Well it turned out really long and is more a fanfiction I’m sorry. So the story under the cut, WARNING, part of it is really sad, and brief mentions of suicidal thoughts. It’s a happy ending though. Okay enjoy.

Well it turned out really long and is more a fan fiction I’m sorry.

Kelly is always hurting himself and Em is right behind him making sure he is okay. Kelly loves the attention and pampering, and Eminem is pretty sure Kelly is making him go gray.

Kelly is hazard prone. He has broken his arm running over parked cars, while drinking, cut his chest with a broken Jameson bottle, leaving scars, and has been hit by a double decker bus when he was in London. Kelly does a lot of reckless things all the time, he just gets back up, dust himself off, and continues on, even when he shouldn’t.

Kelly does not like not being able to do something, or having to slow down or worse having to have others slow down for you because he is hurt, but most of all he hates the useless feeling he gets from being injured. Sitting around, getting nothing done, depending on someone else for things.

It’s not so bad when he is with Em. He doesn’t feel like a burden, or that Em is only being nice to him because he has to. He is Eminem, Rap God, Slim Shady, if he doesn’t want to do something he doesn’t have to. So Em choosing to help him, check on him constantly, and genuinely want to be with him, makes Kelly feel

Eminem actually likes taking care of Kelly. He wishes he could dote on him all the time, not just when Kelly is hurting. Em is various about injuries and illnesses. He doesn’t mess around, and while he loves being able to dote on Kelly, he won’t let him get away with some of his usual antics.

When Kelly gets hurt for doing something stupid like flipping over the back of the couch, or jumping off the roof of a car, you can bet Em Lectures the Hell out of him, after making sure he’s okay. Then he cuddles the hell out of his stupid boyfriend.

It is one thing if Kelly gets hurt doing something stupid, it’s another if someone hurts Kelly. Em is very protective of his people, and Kelly is one. When a shitty reporter goes too far, making Kelly self conscious, Em hits back hard, black listing them from a ton of events, and getting other artists to refuse interviews with them.

Kelly’s interview on Hot Ones made EM so mad. Watching his idiot boyfriend eat those hot wings, when they both know they are mild taco bell guys, is frustrating. Kelly is hurting himself, Em can’t stop him, and when he gets home his stomach will probably be upset. At least Em will get a night in with Kelly, even if it’s him watching a movie with Kelly, rubbing his back, while the blond chugs Pepto Bismol.

Mentally

Kelly struggles with depression and anxiety. He is doing better now, but there is only one way to go when you hit rock bottom, and Kelly hit it back in 2018.

Kelly was mentally hurt at the end of 2018, after EM’s diss track came out, and it seemed like the world hated him. He could barely go outside without someone telling him how Em wiped the floor with him. He had people following him, threatening him, some even attacked him. He was worried about not only being booked, but also being able to perform, with how hostile people were being. Kelly was worried about Cassie being with him. What if someone decided to go after him, and she got caught up in it? He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her, especially if it happened because of him

Kelly kept busy shooting movies, writing music, and whatever he could think of, to keep his mind from spiraling. Thinking those dark thoughts. ‘Would Cassie be better off without me? Would everyone be better off without me? What if I don’t get another gig, or role? How will I support her? …...Would anybody miss me?’

Kelly fell into depression, and his anxiety got out of control. Getting out of bed became a chore, and the crushing fear of failing everyone, made him wonder why he should even try if he was probably going to fail. He was able to get himself going most days, but the constant anxiety was draining, and he turned to alcohol, and drugs harder the weed to numb the feeling, which worked for a while. The problem is he had to use a little more every time to numb the pain.

Becoming good friends with Pete Davidson and Dominic ‘Yungblud’ helped Kelly out a lot. He drank less, it was easier to get out of bed, and the crushing anxiety of living quieted down but they didn’t go away. It wasn't until Eminem found him during a panic attack, at a festival they were both performing at that things began to change.

Eminem was wandering around the performers area one evening, close to some of the tour buses, when he heard something. He had nothing going on and wanted to find out what was making that noise. As Em got closer to the source of the sound, he saw a figure hunched over on themselves. He realized that it was a person, and it looked like they were having trouble breathing. Eminem rushed over to see if he could help. Kneeling down next to the person, Em sees that it is Machine Gun Kelly, and it looks like the kid is either having a panic attack, or a really bad trip.

Taking a deep breath, Em wrapped an arm around the other rapper's shoulders, trying to steady him, before he started talking “Hey, can you hear me? I need you to listen. It will all be okay. I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath.In, and out, in, and out.” The kid was responding but not as much as he would have liked. Making a decision, Em sat down in the grass, and pulled Kelly into his lap. It was a little awkward, but he made it work. “Alright Colson listen to me. I want you to match my breathing. Ready, in, and out. In, and out.” Em was finally getting the response he wanted, the guys breathing was slowing down, and becoming less erratic. “Okay, that's it. Just breath. It’s okay.” He didn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, so at least he wasn’t drunk, but he could still be high.

Eminem looked around and noticed that his tour bus was only two buses down. He couldn’t leave the kid here, and his band mates would most likely make it worse, so the last option was to take Machine Gun Kelly to his bus. He hated being so responsible. He didn’t even like the kid, but helping him was the right thing to do.

Eminem stood up, dragging Kelly up with him. He got under Kelly’s arm to help support him, but their height difference made it hard. Em gave up about three steps in, and just picked the guy up, carrying him the rest of the way. The older rapper noticed that Kelly was light, probably too light for someone his size. Em began to worry about what was going on with him.

Once safely inside his bus, Eminem placed Kelly on his couch. He pulled out his phone and called Paul. He needed more information before he goes any further.

He got his answers.

Apparently he has been receiving death threats lately, and someone broke into his tour bus tonight. The kid hadn’t gone out partying in a while, and seemed to be out of the public eye as much as possible.

Em turned to look at the younger rapper, and really looked at him. Kelly’s eyes had dark circles around them, like he hadn’t been sleeping, and his skin looked pale and ashen. His face was gaunt, like he wasn’t eating well. His nails were chewed short and were unpainted. Looking at his outfit wasn’t his usual put together, fashionable self. He looked like shit.

Marshall could tell that Colson was broken, he just didn’t know that he had a hand in breaking him.

Kelly wasn’t bad at ignoring what other people say, he just wasn’t the best at it, and if you paired that with how his life had been going for the past few months, it was pretty damn hard to ignore everything. The fact that Eminem, his rival, his idol, the man he liked, the man who destroyed him, found him during a panic attack, made him feel even worse. Crying in front of the man was just icing on the cake, of the shit show he called life. He had hit rock bottom and he knew it. Eminem knew it, and soon everybody else would.

The shocking thing was that Eminem didn’t go after him. He didn’t insult Kelly, didn’t use his panic attack against him. He didn’t throw Kelly out once he had calmed down. Instead the guy let him stay the night. He even offered to help Kelly.

Kelly was wondering if he was hallucinating. After all that has happened, after everything he has done why would Eminem offer him help. He didn’t know whether to trust the older rapper or not, but he has already lost so much, what else does he have to lose?

Emotionally

Trusting Eminem was the right thing for Kelly to do. They publicly squashed their beef, and that really helped with people coming after him, and the death threats have slowed down a lot. It didn’t end there though. Em convinced him to see someone about his depression and anxiety, which now that he knows that he has, he has a better handle on them. He has given up all his drugs, except weed. This is the cleanest he has been in years. He now drinks occasionally, and when he wants, rather than feeling like he had to drink or high to function.

Another benefit of trusting Eminem is that Kelly and Eminem were becoming friends. Em saw that Kelly was going down the same path he was years ago until Uncle Elton intervened, and now he was doing the same for Kelly.

Everything was going pretty well until Eminem realized that unlike him and Elton, he had feelings for Kelly, and that was a problem. How could he help him if he wants to date him. Only a few people know that Em is bi with a preference for men. He couldn’t tell Kelly. So Em does the dumb thing and starts to pull away.

Kelly was starting to feel like he was getting his life back together, and was doing well. But with all things in Kelly’s life something has to go wrong.

It starts with him and Em not hanging out as much, but Kelly just tells himself it’s because he is probably just busy. Then Em starts canceling plans on him. Their text conversations get shorter and shorter. The final piece is when Kelly finally gets to visit him, after months of trying, Em basically ignores him, won’t look at him, and practically dismisses him.

Kelly can’t take this rejection, not after everything that has happened. He makes it halfway down the hallway when his legs give out, and he starts to cry quietly. He is going over everything in his head trying to figure out what he did wrong.

He doesn’t know how long he is there on the floor, crying, when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you on the floor? Why are you crying” Em asks, wiping away a tear.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry.”

“I...I don’t know.” Kelly sobs while tears run down his face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t … don’t know what I did to make you so mad at me. Please..hic...please don’t hate me”

Eminem is shocked. Why did Kelly think he was mad at him let alone hate him. Em was so confused.

“I’m sorry.” Kelly kept on repeating between sobs.

Em did the only thing he could think of. He scopes Kelly up in his arms and takes him to his bedroom, placing Kelly on his bed, and wraps him up in his comforter. Kelly continues to apologize and sobs the whole time this is happening. When he finally quiets down, Em is holding him, like he did when Kelly had his panic attack months ago.

“What did I do wrong?” Kelly rasps, voice hoarse from crying.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but you haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not mad at you.” Em replies.

“Then why don’t you like me anymore. You helped me get my life back together, and we were like friends, but then you started avoiding me, canceling on me, and today you ignored me and then dismissed me, like I was nothing. I don’t understand. I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends, Kelly I promise. You have done nothing wrong. I did something wrong.”

Kelly was so confused. The look he was giving Eminem was adorable and pitiful; it makes Em’s feel terrible for how he treated Kells. Looking back he can see why Kelly thinks he hates him. With a heavy sigh, Em makes himself more comfortable before telling Kelly the truth.

“Not a lot of people know this but I am bisexual, and the reason I was avoiding you was because I have feelings for you. You don’t need me around wanting you when you are trying to make yourself better. I thought it would be better if I removed myself, but I clearly didn’t think how it would look to you. I’m sorry.”

Kelly buries his face in the junction of Em’s neck. He can feel the tears, from the other man, falling onto his collar bone. Kelly mumbles something that Em can’t make out.

“I’m sorry Kelly I couldn’t understand what you said.”

“Do you still like me?” Kelly asks a little louder.

EM takes a deep breath, and breaths out before replying.

“Yes, Kell-”

“Colson. My real name is colson.”

“Yes Colson, I still like you.”

“You really hurt me, Em-”

“Marshall. If I get to call you Colson, you can call me Marshal.”

“You really hurt me Marshal. I thought I had done something to make you hate me. I thought I was going to go back to how I was. Drinking and being high to just get through the day.”

“I’m so sorry Colson. I promise I won’t ever do that again.”

“That’s good, because I like you too.”

After clearing everything up between them, and working on their communication, Em and Kelly start dating.

(Using there real names are for serious, and super important moments)

Physically

A few months into their relationship, things are going well for them, and the people important to them know they are dating. Most took it well, and the few that didn’t (Rook), didn’t like it because they don’t like one of them (Rook still hates Eminem). Most people have stopped bothering Kelly for the beef, and the death threats have basically stopped.

Kelly had just finished his final concert in Detroit, and a whole week off to visit with his boyfriend, before he had to be somewhere. All they had to do was pack up the equipment, and make sure everyone was good then Kelly could head out.

About thirty minutes past midnight Kelly is heading to his car, when he gets jumped. Three guys come out of the shadows and corner him. Before he could say anything, never mind hand over his wallet, he gets punched in the gut. They continue to wail on Kelly, punching and kicking him, as he struggles to get away. Once beaten to a bloody mess, the men stop. He hears one of them say “that’s what a bitch like you gets for coming to Eminem’s town.” He always knew Detroit was dangerous, but he never thought he would be beaten up for his beef with Em after they ended it, especially after they started dating. He laid there for a moment trying to get up. His whole body hurt. He was bleeding from a few different cuts, his head really hurts, and his vision is blurry. He doesn’t know the extent of his injuries, but he hopes that he won’t need a cast.

When he finally gets into a sitting position, he sees his phone a few feet away, and miraculously it only has a few cracks on the screen from him dropping it. He calls Em, to come and get him.

Em rushes to Kelly. He brings his security too, to make sure no one else jumps Kelly. EM drives them to the hospital to have him checked out; his boy doesn’t look good.

Kelly is worse for the ware but he will be okay; it could have been much worse. He is covered in cuts, and bruises. He needs 4 stitches for a gash on his back, and gets his nose reset. Beside those injuries Kelly ends up with cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, two broken fingers, a badly sprained ankle, and the doctor confirms he has a concussion. The antiseptic hurt like a bitch, but it’s when they pop his shoulder back in place that he starts to tear up. The doctors agree to release Kelly into Em’s care, with strict orders on what the blond could and couldn’t do, and a few different prescriptions.

Eminem is beyond furious. Some dipshits thought they could jump his boy, beat the shit out of him, and get away with it. Fuck no. He will deal with them later. He wants blood but Kelly needs him right now. He sends two of his guys though to find out what they can.

It’s after four am when they get home. Em carries him up the stairs and tucks him into bed, careful of his injuries. He pulls the curtains tight, and makes sure the room only has a soft, dim light. He reviews the doctor's notes on how to take care of his boyfriend, and puts Kelly’s meds on the bedside table. Em checks the mini fridge in his room is stocked up on water and Gatorade. Once he feels good that he has done everything he could for now, he sets an alarm to wake Kelly up in an hour, and joins him on the bed.

Kelly wants to sleep most of the morning, but his boyfriend keeps waking him up.

“I know you want to sleep sweetheart but you have a concussion. You can go back to sleep in a minute okay. Come on pet.” This goes on until nearly three. Kelly is still tired, but he hurts all over, and his head is killing him.

Em is sitting on his bed, his back against his headboard, with his legs stretched out in front of him. Kelly’s head is pillowed in his lap, and he is carding his fingers gently through the blond hair. A notebook on his other side, so he can write some lyrics.

“Hey Em, I’m kinda hungry.”

“Does anything sound good to you?”

“Not really, sorry”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’ll figure something out. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah you don’t have to worry about me.”

Em untangled himself from Kelly and headed to the kitchen. He had thought ahead and ordered some chicken soup, and already had the good bread from the bakery Kelly likes, for his visit. He passes on the sweet treats he had ordered with the bread. Kelly’s stomach is probably not up to it, but he does snag a banana before heading back up.

Kelly is right where he left him. If it wasn’t for all of the bandages he would have thought his boyfriend had dozed off. Kelly should be up, chatting his ear off, doing something ridiculous, and generally just moving about. It broke his heart to see him like this.

For the next few hours Em resumes gently, petting Kelly’s hair, and softly talks to him, about anything he could think of. Kelly isn’t really listening, but Em didn’t expect him to. Kelly does fall back asleep later, and the older rapper gets to work.

He takes his phone out, pulling up Paul’s contact, and seeing if he has any news, on the guys who attacked Kelly. He’s not really expecting much, but is hoping for something good. Paul messages him that there is some grainy security footage and the police have a few leads. It was better than Em expected, but not as good as he was hoping for. He then checks in with the two men he sent out this morning. Their news is a little better. They think they have the name of one of the men.

Em would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of these pieces of shit, but he keeps himself in check. He has to be smart about this, beating the shit out of them would only make him feel better, not Kelly, and if he throws a punch, they could sue him, and it could make things messy for Kelly and him. People would want to know why he would go to such lengths for the blonde.

He gets up, making sure Kelly will be okay for a bit before heading to his office to make some calls.

Kelly wakes up, and is confused. His head really hurt, and his body felt like a giant bruise. It all came back, the concert, the attack, the hospital, and Em. He reaches an arm out, trying to feel where his boyfriend was. When he couldn’t feel anyone, he opened his eyes, which wasn’t great. Even the very dim light hurt his eyes, making his headache even worse, and his vision was still blurry. He shut his eyes quickly, trying to make the pain stop. Where was Em? Kelly didn’t know what to do. Em had left him by himself, and he was hurting so bad.

‘Was Em upset with him? For being such a burden? For being so weak that he couldn’t defend himself? Does Em even want to be with someone so useless?’ Kelly knew that these thoughts weren’t true but his head hurt and he couldn’t concentrate. He had to do something though. Anything but lay there, with his thoughts sprilling.

Kelly gingerly pushes himself up into a sitting position, careful of his shoulder and ribs. It wasn’t great but it was better. He then scoots to the side of the bed and tries to stand up. It takes a few tries, but he does manage to stand up, leaning heavily on the bed side table. He takes a few steps toward the bedroom door, before his knees give out, and he crumples to the floor. Tears begin to well up in his eyes from the physical pain, and from the feeling of complete failure. Not only was he in more pain now, he couldn’t even make it to the damn door. His thoughts came back, even worse. Kelly’s breaths began to grow quickery, and shallower the longer he lay on the floor, panicking over what Em seeing him, and realizing how useless he was.

Em had finished up his phone calls, and was heading back to Kelly, when he heard a weird sound. He knows that sound, but couldn’t remember where he heard it before, then it hits him. It’s almost the same sound he heard Kelly making, the night he found Kelly, having a panic attack.

“Shit” Em says, as he rushes to the door of his room, opening it quickly, to see Kelly, curled up on the floor, tears running down his face, and breathing very fast and shallow. Not wasting a moment, Em kneels down, gently scooping Kelly up into his arms, before heading to the bed. He sits down holding the injured man close, making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries more than they already had been, and gently starts rubbing circles on his back.

“Shh it’s okay, Colson. You are okay. I’m here. I promise I won’t leave again.” Em says, trying to calm the younger man down.

Kelly falls asleep like that, in Eminem’s arms. His boyfriend doesn’t know why Kelly tried getting up, or what triggered his panic attack, but he’s going to ask him when he wakes up.

Kelly ends up spending the next two weeks with Em in Detroit, being doted on. Em hardly left his side, after the incident. The first few days were ruff. Em was waking him up every few hours because of his concussion; he was sore and didn’t want to move. His medicine was hard to keep down. Also his concussion made him dizzy, and nauseous; his vision would sometimes get blurry, and his head almost always hurt. Em was with him, helping him do everything, which made Kelly feel like dead weight, and doubt his self worth, but Em saw the signs. Em was there when the younger man was at his lowest, he knew the signs of Kelly’s depression and anxiety, and was always watching for them. He made sure that Kelly knew that he was not a burden, that there was no way he blamed the blond for the attack, that he still wanted him around, that he wasn’t useless, and that he still loved Kelly.

Em would change his bandages, treat his wounds, help him around the house, and just take care of him. Whenever Kelly was hungry, Em brought him food he could handle, and he enjoyed, like the garlic tomato soup, and skyline chili. They also discovered that Em likes hand feeding Kelly, as much as Kelly likes being fed. Em always wants Kelly to eat more, and if hand feeding the blond then it is a win, win in his eyes.

When Kelly would say that he was sore the older rapper would run him a bath. The warm water felt good to his achy body. Em wouldn’t put any of his bath stuff in the water, worried it might aggravate something, but he did join Kelly a few times.

Em kept him away from electronic screens as much as possible, but by the end of the two weeks, Kelly really wanted his phone back. He knew looking at his phone, and watching tv was bad for his concussion but he wanted to mindlessly scroll through instagram, see the new drama on twitter, and catch up with everything going on.

The best part was when Em would sit with him most of the day. Sometimes he would literally sit with Kelly, sometimes with Kelly in his lap, and work on verses, other times he would cuddle Kelly, telling him about what's going on with friends, and people in general. Em holding him, petting his hair, checking on him, and even simply being near to make sure he was doing okay, made Kelly feel better. These actions made Kelly feel cherished, pampered, and loved, and for once didn’t feel terrible about being taken care of. He was learning the difference between being a burden, and being taken care of, and he liked it.

Em loved that Kelly was seeing the difference between wanting to doting on him, and being forced to take care of him. Hopefully Kelly continues to let Em take care of him, even when he’s not hurt. Slow days at home together, being domestic are his favorite.

Note: EM’s feeding thing is a mix between his own body image issues, wanting Kelly to be healthy, and him actually enjoying feeding Kelly.

#emgk #hurt au #send me asks

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Strangers ch. 38

Surprising the boys for dinner doesn’t quite go as planned.

Pairing: Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 2k

Genre: fluff, angst

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Yoongi clears his throat, leaning against the doorframe. His hair is messy, his pale cheeks tinged red. “I mean… What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“Th-the door was unlocked,” you breathe, feeling as though you walked in on him doing something a lot more intimate than recording. His appearance does not help. If you hadn’t just heard him rapping, you’d think he was, well… “I- you said we could do dinner.”

“And you said probably not, so we figured you were busy. We have the night off, the guys are all out…” Yoongi looks around as though hoping one of the members will pop out of the woodwork.

“Oh.” You get the hint– clearly he wants you to leave. “Sorry. I’ll be going, then–”

“Ah, shit. Sorry, no, you don’t have to.” Yoongi scratches his head. “I just wasn’t expecting- I mean, I look like a mess-”

You laugh, reaching up to ruffle his hair further. “You look like you’ve spent hours in this studio. It’s a cute aesthetic, though. Your fans would go crazy over it.”

“Does that include you?” Yoongi replies, now back to his teasing self.

You feel your heartbeat quicken. “Nah. Anyways, I should be going–”

“Hey, wait.” Yoongi tugs at your arm as you turn to leave. “Stay. I don’t mind. Maybe you’ll inspire-” he shuts up, pressing his lips together.

“Maybe I’ll what?”

“Nothing. Are you hungry? I’m starved, let’s order pizza.”

“Sounds good,” You reply, following him to the living room. “Hey, are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Yoongi raises a brow. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I mean, we’re alone…”

Yoongi laughs. “Are you worried about the paparazzi? They can’t get up here, it’s okay. Besides, we are supposed to be dating.”

You relax a bit. In truth, you were nervous that he’d think it improper to hang out alone, especially now that you’re single again. You should have known– of course it wouldn’t be an issue, he only sees you as one of the guys. Almost to underline your insecurities, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the living room mirror: bundled up in all your layers, you look like a potato with legs. Of course. Surrounded by beautiful idols every day, it makes sense that Yoongi would barely consider you a girl.

You blink hard, forcing yourself back into Friend Mode.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You race to snag the comfiest armchair, Yoongi’s favorite, for yourself. “A girl needs her pizza!”

Yoongi orders and returns to the living room, sticking his tongue out at you when he realizes where you’ve sat. “So how have you been?” he asks, stretching out on the couch.

You yawn. “Since I last saw you? Just did some Moon Over the Sea filming and the cologne shoot.”

“Oh yeah, how’d those go?”

You think of being brought to tears during filming at the thought of Yoongi being gone from your life. Of Jeongyeon commenting on how you and Yoongi would never stay together, how you’re hardly a couple at all. Of sitting on Wonho’s lap, half-clothed, your lips brushing his skin. “Fine. How about you?”

“Pretty good. Promotions went well, our Japanese fans really liked the new song. We won three awards, which is nice.”

“Wow, we stan global superstars,” you laugh, and Yoongi draws himself up.

“No need to sound so sarcastic.”

“I’m your friend, darling. I’m literally the only one allowed to sound sarcastic. Y’all are killing it, everyone knows that.” You flop upside down, letting your legs dangle off one arm of the chair while your head rests on the other. “Hey, what were you recording just now?”

Yoongi freezes. “What? You heard it?”

“Not the whole thing, just a bit of your sixteenth or seventeenth or whateverteenth take,” you snicker. “And it was good, really good.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Can I listen to the rest of it?”

Yoongi coughs. “Nah, I don’t think you’d like it. I don’t know if I’ll include it in the mixtape anyways; I think I was just venting into the mic.”

“Isn’t that how all the best diss tracks are made? I remember listening to Cypher 2 and just about dying during your verse.”

“It’s not really a diss track…”

You sit up. “Really? It sounded so angry.”

“Yeah, well, I was feeling angry.”

“Why?”

A knock at the door interrupts your conversation. “Oh, pizza’s here,” Yoongi says, rising. He returns a few minutes later with a large veggie pizza. The smell makes your mouth water– you didn’t realize how hungry you were.

“Fucking yes. Ugh. Food. Yes. Give.” You reach out and take Yoongi’s offered slice, almost moaning when you take your first bite. You’ve been on edge all day– and if anxiety burned calories, you’d be on par with the Flash this week.

“No need to sound so turned on,” Yoongi laughs. “You’re worse than Seokjin hyung.”

“You’re just jealous that the pizza’s getting more action from your girlfriend than you are,”

Yoongi coughs. “Keep talking like that and we’ll forget that this whole relationship is fake, y/n.”

“Heh, my bad.” You were just joking, but the discomfort in Yoongi’s voice… did you take it too far? Your friendship has always been dumb, and a little flirtatious, but now that you’re actually supposed to be together, it makes sense that Yoongi wants to draw a few hard lines in the sand. He’s right, things can’t get too blurry. He’s right, you’re not really dating. He’s right.

It’s not real.

And hey, why would you even want it to be real? If you fell for Yoongi, it would be like admitting that all along, you really were just a fangirl, just another ARMY obsessed with BTS’ Suga.

Besides, even if I did like him, you think ruefully, he probably wouldn’t believe me. It’s not like you have any trust left in the bank. Man, you’ve gotta work on being a better friend.

Speaking of…

You look around and click your tongue. “Dammit. I was hoping to see Jimin tonight, Lisa wanted another video of him.”

“He can just send you something later.” Yoongi turns on the TV and tosses you a blanket. “Here, I know you’re cold. And hey, are you sure Lisa’s not posting those videos anywhere?”

You shake your head. “I follow her on all her socials. I definitely would’ve seen it if she had. Besides, I trust her.” Sure, she’s been a little absent these last few days, but she’s still Lisa, your best friend. Now that you think of it, her birthday is coming up– maybe you’ll arrange a video call with Jimin for her?

“Aight.” Yoongi flicks off the lights and grabs for the remote. “What do you want to watch?”

You chew on your pizza crust thoughtfully. “La La Land?”

The rapper snorts. “Really?”

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for well-spoken pianists. And fast rises to fame.”

“And here I thought you would’ve wanted a happy ending. I mean, the musician doesn’t even end up with the actress.”

“Happy endings are for suckers.” You press a hand to your forehead, dragging out your words dramatically. “You don’t understand me, Mom. Emotions aren’t real. Nothing matters, life is meaningless.”

“Oh god, you usually don’t bring out Emo Y/n until you’re at least two drinks in,” Yoongi groans good-naturedly.

You laugh, sitting back up. “Just play the damn movie, dumbass.”

The opening to Another Day of Sun starts playing, and… is it your imagination, or is Yoongi tapping along, as though it’s his hands at the keyboard?

Dork. You allow yourself a small smile in the dark room. If someone had told you, just a year ago, that you would be having movie nights with BTS’s Suga, acting alongside your ultimate idol, and– even just in character– kissing said idol, you would’ve thought they were batshit insane.

But now… Yoongi’s so pretty, in a thousand ways you never noticed through your screen. The timber of his voice when he wakes up with a hangover, the surprised delight of a particularly good pun, the sleepy whispers during your late-night phone calls. You would never have known that when he’s stressed, he clenches his fists so tightly his nails leave crescent moons on his palms. You could only have guessed at how much he swears in real life, how when he’s recording in his studio he leaves his phone in his room to avoid distractions.

The members are good at meshing their onstage and offstage personalities, sure. But Yoongi and Suga are like day and night to you now.

“I’m so lucky,” you murmur, as Emma Stone twirls happily in her yellow dress.

“Where did that come from?” Yoongi asks, tossing a pillow at you. You bat at it lazily, only half watching the movie.

“It’s just pretty crazy, huh? How far we’ve come?”

“Psh, that it is. Thank goodness your shoe broke that night.”

You lift your hand to your throat, rubbing the Starry Night charm on its new chain. “Thank goodness I told you the truth eventually.” And in that moment, with the movie on and the lights low, with your belly full and nighttime settling on the city, you feel equal parts strong and vulnerable. It’s always the dark with us, isn’t it?

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

“Gah!” You jump and fumble for your phone. Shit. Shit. Why wasn’t it on vibrate?

Yoongi, of course, bursts out laughing. “You’re kidding me. Y/n, that’s your ringtone?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, answering the call. You don’t like picking up unknown numbers, but it could be a job offer. “Hello?”

A deep voice you don’t recognize responds. “Hello, may I speak to l/n y/n?”

“This is she.”

“My name is Detective Kang, with the Seoul Police Department. I need to interview you here at the station at your earliest convenience. Would you be able to come in tonight, or perhaps tomorrow?”

Your heart seems to pause. “Police?” You immediately think back to all of your recent actions– you definitely paid for your groceries, and the rent, and the medicine for your injured leg. Hell, you haven’t so much as jaywalked in the last week. Did you accidentally break the law somehow?

On hearing your voice, Yoongi sits up. “Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“You’re not under any suspicion, ma’am,” Detective Kang continues. “We believe you may be able to contribute to a case. This will just be an interview– you’re not legally required to come in.”

“A case? But, um, how can I help?”

“Well, I’m with the Missing Persons division, and–”

A sense of dread fills your stomach and clouds your mind at the detective’s words. Missing Persons? What?

“-We hope you may be able to provide us with some insight as to the recent disappearance of Lalisa Manoban.”

Your heart, which was pounding hard in your chest, now seems to have left your body entirely.

“Lisa’s… missing?”

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onewaigu · 4 years

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Heartstrings

Genre : boyfriend!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Jae(Day6) X Reader

Description : you'd been bingewatching too many fancams, it made you forget that you could actually watch a live concert in your very own bedroom.

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A yawn escaped you as you hit the replay button once again for the umpteenth time in a row. You'd been bingewatching fancams from Day6's concerts since the moment you got off from work. You even lost track of time of how long you'd been at it. It was a guilty pleasure.

Listening to bands performing live hit differently. The raw music they produced with their instruments could send a wave of pure satisfaction coursing through anyone's veins. Their vocals? Phenomenal. Their energy? Crazy. That was the beauty of bands.

Day6, on the other hand, was on a whole different level of bands being diverse in their music styles. It was hard to even name a bad song from their entire discography. They were that amazing.

You were planning on staying up till you fall asleep but someone had other plans and that, was to barge into your room at 11pm unannounced.

You groaned. He was lucky you were in love with him.

Refusing to leave the comfort of your warm blanket that was hugging your entire being, you twirled around in your spinny chair to face him instead of moving from your comfy spot.

“Are you stalking us?”, he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction once he glimpsed at your laptop.

“You wish”, you rolled your eyes.

As you were about to turn your chair back around to continue watching more fancams, you felt your chair being tugged from behind. You were lazy to resist it, so you just let yourself slide backwards until you finally fell into his embrace.

Warmth crept all over your cheeks as he placed his on your shoulder, adjusting a bit so that the both of you were comfortable. For obvious reasons, your heart won't stop pounding against your chest as a soft fuzzy feeling enveloped it. You could imagine his smug face smiling like a fool behind you. He was enjoying this too much.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you rested against him. Moments like this were the most relaxing. That was until your lovely boyfriend decided to abruptly pull away without any kind warning, leaving you to jerk your head back. The nerve of him.

You glared at him menacingly but his only response was to squish your cheeks to make you look like an angry fish.

“Why do you even watch fancams when you can have a whole one-man concert in your bedroom right now?”, he cooed at you as he squished your cheeks. He stopped momentarily however, just so that he could strike a stupid pose before returning to what he was doing.

“Because..”, you lowered his hands from your face, “..I've never seen you guys live”. You pouted your lips at him. You really wanted to experience the concert vibes.

“Work is a pain in the butt but I need it”, your voice softening as you looked into his eyes. You were always a bit disheartened whenever concert dates were announced because you knew you didn't have a chance to go to any one of them even if you wanted to.

Work had always been the main issue that stopped you from attending Day6's concerts. Even during holidays, you sometimes had to work overtime.

This night was one of the rare times when you could finally focus on something else other than work. Hence, you decided to dedicate your free time to watching your boyfriend and his friends killing it on stages in front of their fans. You didn't want to ever miss out on memories that made Jae happy.

Whatever you said probably struck something in him because he immediately moved to cup your face in his palms and bring it closer to his own face. You felt your breath hitched a little. Was the fan broken? Because the whole room suddenly felt like a sauna. It'd been 2 solid years since Jae and you called it official, of course with the blessings of Papa JYP, Day6, and even MyDays. Yet for some reason, he still managed to make you feel like a lovesick fool with his gentle gestures.

Looking at you with dead serious eyes, he caressed your face lovingly and said a few things that made you emotional.

“First of all, you don't know how much I really appreciate you supporting us..and me”, his voice came out husky as he lowered his voice into a whisper.

“Second of all, I love you so don't ever push yourself too far okay?”

“It hurts me to see you overwork yourself”, his forehead now resting on yours.

You chuckled under your breath, “Says the dude who's in a band”.

He flashed you a cheeky smile at your remark as the two of you finally pulled away from each other.

“Third of all, you could always facetime me during concerts Y/N”

“I'm sure our fans wouldn't mind it, we're a big ol' family after all”, seeing him giving you a reassuring smile and an affectionate rub on your arm, your heart continuously skipped. This was why you fell for him. He could be this annoyingly, goofy Jae whenever he wanted to but, at the same time, he could also be this serious Jae who cared very much for others.

After giving you one last peck on your head, he stood up to take something that was resting by the door. Twirling gracefully, he had his electric guitar slung across him. Oh no, he was about to do a one-man concert. In your bedroom. At midnight. You facepalmed at his dumb logic.

Before he could play any chords, you were already pushing him out of your apartment. As much as he protested, you didn't listen. You weren't keen on making any of your neighbours hate you.

“Let me sing one song for you, I promise it'll sound better than that stupid fancam”, he begged you but you simply ignored his dramatic pleas.

“You do realise you're dissing yourself, right?”

“Gimme one chance-”

“Goodbye, Jae”

“But-”

“Love you too”

A..nd he was gone. Once the door had closed on Jae, you leaned back and slid down to the floor, trying hard to ignore the giddy feeling that was bubbling inside you. Fanning your face, you stood up and headed back to your room. This time, you thought that it was finally time for you to sleep. With that, the last thing you saw before your eyelids started to droop was the chicken-shaped night light that Jae had bought for you on a whim. Typical Jae.

[a/n]

finally a fic for my ult-ish bias..jae sweetie, i'm sorry it took so long T T

i dunno how but kbands rlly be out there making music sound crispy

(video credits to 대식가 on yt)

#day6 #day6fluff #day6oneshots #day6 imagines #day6 jae #parkjaehyung #jaesix #jae fluff #day6fic

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bubbelpop2 · 4 years

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My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone is a song about a rap artist, who feels like his fame has permanantly distanced himself from having real, meaningful relationships. Knowing this, he gets drunk on champagne, and throws himself off of a cliff. Below the cut is an explanation of the symbolism and the lyrics.

On that note: this song’s a banger. I might cover it.

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow

People who have more money than the average person are often considered gaudy, and over-the-top.

I feed and water an idea so I let it grow

Rap is often used to sow the seeds of ideas of social justice, class oppression, and express innermost thoughts and insecurities. He cares for his ideas by rapping about them.

I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me "no"

Often times people misjudge others based on class, this is the author basically saying “chill fam, it’s not that deep”

It's cool but I don't see them laughin' at my money though

This is just an epic diss at face-value.

They spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' tracks, catch me?

People telling him constantly about issues and getting so angry and invested in arguing with strangers don’t properly get their messages across. Rap is a more wide-spread way of giving out information and drawing attention to social issues, and therefor, better.

I'm spinning gold out my records know you can't combat me

It’s hard to argue with someone if you’re listening to their CD that millions of peope bought and not actually talking to them on twitter.

They tell me Jesus walks, I tell them money talks

Often times people who oppose rap think that such music is a sin. Meanwhile the people that say that, are probably in the lower class, and cling to an idea of a good life after death so they can ignore current events rather than pursuing the idea that you should actively try to enjoy your time on earth and try to improve it.

Bling got me chill, cause I'm living in an ice box

Gold, more specifically gold watches, are commonly referred to as “ice” and/or “bling”. This is a pun.

They tell me I've been sleepin', I say I'm wide awake

The people in question think he’s just a celebrity freeloader on society, when in reality he’s likely bringing up serious social issues that need to be addressed.

Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake

A track being “hot” means that it is popular, or good. Ez- bake is a company that makes pre-mixed cake batter for the convenience of the general public. This implies that he’s serving ideas to the public for easy consumation.

They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank

They’re saying that someone else’s life always seems better than your own. “Dank” is a word that is often used to describe weed. He’s saying he smokes weed while making a pun about how everybody is always jealous of other people. Which may elude to the fact that he’s also unhappy with his own life, and smokes weed to cope.

Drivin' with a drank on an empty tank to the bank

He drinks, and he’s careless. Like, almost as if he doesn’t care if he crashes or gets hit, or his car breaks down. It could also be a symbol of how he’s pursuing his dreams of being rich and famous while lacking the direction or passion he used to have.

Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain

The people always different but it always feel the same

Despite him having constant interaction with fans and the media, people seem distant and unreachable to him no matter who they are.

That's the real me, pop the champagne The haters wanna hurt me and I'm laughin' at the pain

That’s the truth about his life, and he’s going to celebrate his own honesty. People who don’t like it when artists get real about them and their personality obviously don’t care about the artist or his work, so he doesn’t care about them.

Stayin' still, eyes closed Let the world just pass me by Pain pills, nice clothes If I fall I think I'll fly

His standing somewhere high up, with his eyes closed and the breeze on his face. He’s taken an over-the-top amount of medication, and is standing on the edge.

Touch me, Midas Make me part of your design

Midas is a fictional king who could turn things into gold by touching them. gold is also very heavy, and if he were gold, he would probably fall off of the cliff without having to jump.

None to guide us I feel fear for the very last time

There’s no guide on how to stay in touch with yourself when you make it big, but you can’t feel fear if you’re dead

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said

He pretends to be cool, and above compliments.

They tell me I'm so humble, I say I'm turning red They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled

He pretends to be humble, and the people know it, but excuse his lies anyways because they’re in love with the idea of him rather than him.

They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me

People excuse his actions and give him what he wants because he’s famous.

They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade Six feet off the ground at all times I think I'm feelin' odd

He doesn’t feel like himself in this strange position of power.

No matter what I make, they never see mistakes Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake

Even if his opinions are strange or unpopular , they never punish him for it or call him out on it just because of his position in society They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

Even though all of his fans and all of the people he runs into in the media seem like they're the same he still couldn't imagine his life without their validation

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much? When you become untouchable you're unable to touch “Untouchable” is the term that most people describe themselves as being when they’re powerful. This also means that they can’t form genuine relationships that aren’t born of power. Is there a real me? Pop the champagne It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain He actively tries not to think of subjects that make him uncomfortable and, to avoid them he tries not to think and distract himself with entertainment and inebriation Stayin' still, eyes closed Let the world just pass me by Pain pills, nice clothes If I fall I think I'll fly Touch me, Midas Make me part of your design None to guide us I feel fear for the very last time

Lay still, restless Losing sleep while I lose my mind

He lies awake at night and is miserable despite that he’s supposed to be resting.

All thrill, no stress

The idea of him jumping off of the edge is appealing, and doesn’t stress him. It feels like an easy escape, and a way out of his current problems that he would welcome.

All my muses left behind

But if he dies he won’t be able to continue handing out messages. H’es willing to sacrifice his position of helping spread awareness in order to be happy in death.

World is, below So high up, I'm near divine

He’s high up both literally and figuratively.

Lean in, let go I feel fear for the very last time He jumps off.

#shut up bubbz #bubbzwrites #lyric analysis #lyrics #the living tombstone #My ordinary life

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Under The Stars

Hi @a-hysterical-queen-bih it’s me, your A Night at the Fandom Secret Santa! Sorry this is a day late, love. I hope you still enjoy!

Pairing: Rami Malek x Reader

Word Count: 2K

The chime of a phone alarm roused your from slumber. You opened your eyes to...darkness. Brow furrowed and a little frightened you called out for your boyfriend.

“Rami?”

As the grogginess of sleep wore off, you realized you were blindfolded. The fabric was soft and silky, so you recognized it as the one you used regularly in the bedroom. Smirking, you called out again.

“Rami!!”

You heard his footsteps on the carpet as he entered the room. You rolled onto your back. The mattress sank down where he sat beside you. He was to your right so you turned toward him.

“If you want to make love, all you have to do is ask,” you said huskily, reaching a hand toward where you assumed his thigh was.

He intercepted it with his own, lacing your fingers through yours.

“Maybe later, hon,” he said softly. “I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“A surprise?”

“Yeah,” he said. “You got clothes on?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, your hoodie and my gym shorts.”

“That’ll work.”

“Work for what?” you wondered.

He didn’t answer you. He only lifted you into a sitting position and then helped you out of bed. When he disappeared into the closet - which you only knew from the direction of his footsteps - your concern grew. He knelt in front of you and helped you into some sneakers.

“We’re leaving the house?” you asked.

“Yep,” he returned.

“Where are we going?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, despite the fact he couldn’t see you do it. When your shoes were securely on your feet, he led you outside. He stopped in the driveway and you heard the click of a car door opening. Only, it didn’t sound like your little sudan. It was much heavier.

“Okay, just take a couple steps forward,” he said. “Now step up.”

He assisted you into a much taller vehicle than you were used to. Worry started to crawl over your skin. You heard Rami climb into the driver’s seat and close the door before the engine roared to life.

“If you’re going to murder me, I’d prefer you didn’t take me to a secondary location,” you joked. “This is getting weird.”

He laughed. “You have got to stop watching Forensic Files before bed.”

“I’m just being vigilant,” you retorted.

“You’re gonna like this, okay?” he said. “Trust me.”

He pulled out of the driveway and turned on some music. It was Queen, naturally. He had chosen The Works and you huffed.

“Come on, babe,” you groaned.

“What? You love Queen!” he insisted.

“Of course, but you know 70s Queen owns my heart and soul,” you reminded him. “A Night at the Opera please.”

You felt the car swerve a little as he glanced at his phone to switch it up.

“You know I could do it if you took this blindfold off,” you said.

“Nice try.”

Death on Two Legs came on and you smiled. You sat back and listened to the sickest diss track of all time before further questioning Rami again.

“So, can you at least tell me how far away it is?” you asked.

The rumble of the tires told you that you were on the highway. Not that this was odd in California, but it certainly did not narrow down the possibilities of where he was taking you.

“I’m not telling you anything,” he said firmly.

His hand crossed the console to your lap, where he linked your fingers again.

“But you do realize how crazy this is, right?” you said. “You blindfold me in my sleep, take me in a car that neither of us own and I’m guessing could reasonably hide a body, and tell me we’re going to an undisclosed location. What am I supposed to think?”

“That your man is creative and spontaneous,” he replied.

He drove on. Since you couldn’t see any clocks, you had no idea how much time was passing. You tried to time it by the music, but you lost track of the math you had done jamming hard to “I’m In Love With My Car.” Rami was really skilled with the blindfold because as much headbanging as you did, it didn’t even slip.

You were about halfway through the album when he pulled off the highway. Gravity pulled you to the left as he took the curvy exit. Then once again, you were clueless. This last bit of the drive didn’t last long though. Confusion hit you again when you began bouncing from the rough terrain.

“Rami,” you said seriously. “What in the wide world of fuck are we doing?”

“Just a few more minutes,” he said. “Let me get everything set up.”

“What?” you cried. “Come on, I’m tired of this.”

He didn’t answer. He just chuckled and you heard him open the door and get out. He left the door open as he messed about somewhere to the rear of the vehicle. The air around you was still, but not in a creepy way. You strained to listen for anything that could give away where you were, but there was nothing. Only crickets and whatever Rami was doing.

Your door opened and you heard Rami’s voice beside you. “Okay, babe, give me your hand. I’ll help you out.”

You groaned and allowed it. Carefully, you stepped down. The ground beneath your feet was hard, but not like concrete. It was more like the rocky ground you climbed up during hikes. Had he taken you into the mountains?

He led you around to the back of the car. Then you felt his hands at the back of your head, undoing the knot of the blindfold.

“What would you do if I told you I couldn’t get it?” he said with a laugh.

“I would kill you,” you snapped. “Like, actually kill you.”

He snorted and then the fabric fell away from your face. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust but the lighting was low. You gasped as you looked. The vehicle was a pickup truck. Rami had set up the bed to look as cozy as your own room. A soft down comforter covered the bottom. Pillows sat up against the cab. And electronic tea candles created a warm glow.

“Look up,” he said into your ear.

You obeyed and for a moment, couldn’t breathe. You had never seen so many stars. They looked like diamonds as they glittered majestically against the inky sky. It was as if whoever put them there just spread jewels across a dark piece of velvet. They were crowded around the moon, which glowed in full. It was so beautiful you could have cried.

“Stunning,” you breathed.

“Isn’t it?” Rami agreed. “That’s how I feel every time I look at you.”

“Oh, Rami,” you sighed.

You turned to face him, grinning widely. He lifted you onto the bed of the truck and you scooted back to recline against the pillows. He crawled up to join you. You rested your head on his chest as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. You lay there together, gazing up at the infinite heavens.

“It makes me feel small,” you said, half to yourself.

“Small?” he questioned.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean, the universe is so vast, so wide. I’m just a tiny little part of it. Is that how you feel when you look at me?”

He chuckled and squeezed you close.

“Sometimes,” he said. “You’re so lively and wonderful. I wonder what you see in me.”

You sat up and looked at him, frowning. “Do you have to pee?”

“What?”

“Because if you do, go now,” you said. “I gotta tell what I see in you and I have a lot to say. It could take several hours.”

He laughed and pulled you into him again. “Relax. I know you love me.”

“Good.”

“I just mean that I look at you and I wonder at how all this happened,” he went on. “How we found each other in this big world and how we’ve made it work through so much.”

You reflected on that a moment. The beginning of you and Rami’s relationship was as rocky as the ground around you. It began as a one night stand and you continued sleeping together, but that was all it was. Until jealousies formed and you both realized you cared much more for each other than you ever thought. It was difficult to navigate. But you’d come out on the other side as a solid couple. Now, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You were sure that losing him would crush you.

“Yeah, it is kind of a miracle, isn’t it?” you remarked.

“I just...I love you so much, Y/N,” he sighed. “I never thought I could care so much about a person.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist and snuggled closer. You struggled to find words to express that same feeling.

“Me too,” you said, knowing you sounded so lame.

“When I used to think about how big the world is and everything that could possibly happen, it scared me,” he continued. “But since I’ve found you, I feel like nothing scares me. With you, I can handle anything. I can do anything. I can be anything.”

Again, you sat up. You had to look in his eyes. They shone like the sky above you.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked.

Honestly, his words were frightening you. Fear tugged at your gut. Had something happened? Was he dying? What made him suddenly so emotional about being with you?

“I’ve just been thinking a lot lately,” he said. “About my life and how I want to live it. There are a few different ways I think it’ll go. But every path has you on it.”

You brought his hand to your face. His thumb gently traced your cheek bone.

“I want to make it official,” he said. “I want you to be my wife.”

Your eyes went wide as you sucked in a breath. You watched in complete shock as he dug in his pocket and pulled out a little box. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring, sparkling in the moonlight.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

Your mouth fell open. You just gaped at him for a long moment and he waited for you to answer. You had talked about marriage before. But you had no idea he was planning this. You were just in awe of this man and how much love you had for each other.

“Yes, Rami, I will!”

You both burst out laughing as he slid the ring on your finger. You gazed at it and then pulled him in for the kiss of a lifetime. It was the kiss you saw on screens and read in poems. If you were a princess it would have woken you from an enchanted sleep. True love.

“I love you,” you whispered between kisses. “I love you so much.”

He cradled your face in his hands and held you there.

“I love you too,” he replied. “I can’t believe you said yes.”

“Of course, Rami,” you assured him. “I want everything with you.”

You just held each other for several minutes, drinking this in. You and Rami. Forever. You glanced at the ring again and smiled. It would always take you back to his moment. Under the stars, where you felt like he had plucked one right out of the sky, just for you.

On the drive back, you didn’t talk about the wedding you wanted. You discussed together the marriage you would have. How many children you wanted. What kind of house to get. How many pets you would have. Those were the things that mattered more to you. You were building a life together. In the whole wide universe, you had each other.

#rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek x reader #rami malek x you #a night at the fandom #BoRhap #BoRhap cast #borhap boys #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagine #borhap cast imagine #borhap boys imagine #freddie mercury #Queen #queen imagine #a-hysterical-queen-bih

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nomnomsik · 5 years

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Lesson Plan - (m)

Summary: The ever-growing rapper, Min Yoongi, arrives in LA for his first American interview with Vogue. His English Tutor and lover, Jung Hoseok, supports his endeavors. Wherever the rapper goes, he follows. But what happens with the tutor messes up a translation...on purpose?

Pairing: Rapper!YG x English Tutor! Hoseok

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: Letting out all of the pride power this month. Exude that gay power! June is the month to fully let out all the gay wbk. What better way to do that than SOPE? The sope content we all need. @kimseokmomjins thanks for coming up with the title. Also stayed tuned cause we both going full gay this month.

Trigger warnings: sexual themes, dom/sub dynamics, sexuality dysphoria, profanity, and unprotected sex. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

IMPORTANT STORY NOTE: Italics = English, normal = Korean

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Wake up, Yoongi.”

"...”

“Wake upppp!!” The voice whined as their hands ruffled the silk blankets. “I said, wake up now!!!”

Yoongi groaned as the warmth and comfort of his own blankets that he paid for with his hard-earned money for this lavish hotel were stripped off him. He aimlessly waved his hand in the air, desperately looking for those soft cushions blankets to cover him.

“I don’t want to.�� Yoongi sighed, turning to the other side of the queen-sized mattress.

“Don’t be a big baby, Mr. Rapper. Now get up, we have an interview with Vogue today.” Hoseok brought both of his hands on each side of his hips, looking in disapproval at the rapper.

“Didn’t Vogue say I could speak in Korean? They’re gonna translate it anyways.” Yoongi muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Hoseok let out a sigh, closing in eyes as he brought a hand up to his face. “You still need to practice your English, mister. You’re in the heart of LA. Now get up, or else.”

“Or else what?” Yoongi countered.

“Or else we’re taking a long English exam tonight. And by we’re, I mean you. I’ll be watching.” Hoseok threatened, turning away and walking into the spacious living room of the hotel suite.

Yoongi stretched his arms out, grunting as his feet hit the soft cushion of the rug floor. With a toothbrush in his mouth, Yoongi walked into the living room, flipping on the TV as he aimlessly brushed his teeth. Hoseok looked over from his bag, meeting the rapper’s eyes.

“Yknow, for someone whose job is to write raps, you really suck at fighting back.”

“Don’t make me write a whole diss track about how much my English tutor sucks,” Yoongi muttered, toothpaste in his mouth.

“You wouldn’t though, because, you, LOVE, ME.”

“You’re lucky I do,” Yoongi muttered before returning back to the bathroom.

“Touche.”

“What?” He called after spitting the paste in the sink.

“You don’t know touche?”

“I know touche.” He deadpanned, taking a seat in the living room. “I meant what do you mean I’M lucky that YOU love me?”

“There are so many people that won’t put up with your crap, no matter how big their heart is.”

“Oh, so you’re a poet now? Great.”

“I didn’t know poets called their partners ‘crap.’“ Hoseok sighed, shaking his head. “Why are you being so stubborn this morning, mister? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Maybe it’s cause you didn’t sleep next to me and I’m angry.” Yoongi folded his arms, turning his head the other way.

“You’ve got to be kiddin-” He started.

“No. Don’t talk to me. I’m angry at you.”

“Yoongi are you seriously being a brat right now?”

Upon no response, Hoseok shook his head.

“Oh dear...This isn’t going to be good... Would you like an apology-”

“NO! I don’t like you right now.” Yoongi glowered from the opposite side of the living room.

“Oh boy.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“What’s wrong with the two of you?”

“Yoongi’s silently rebelling against me, sir.”

“And why...?” The manager scratched the back of his head.

“He’s angry at me, sir.”

The three of them sat in the living room of the hotel suite, joined by hair stylists and make-up artists who all worked on the rapper. Yoongi sat annoyingly in the studio chair, busying himself with his phone. Attractive women stood beside him, spraying foam into his hair and make-up artists touching up his look.

“Did you do something to anger him?”

“Perhaps...”

An awkward silence was shared between the two before a lightbulb clicked inside the manager’s head.

“Oh, I see. Is Yoongi being petty right now?”

Hoseok stopped for a moment, staring at the older from his seat on the couch. His eyes met Yoongi’s the mirror, Yoongi’s eyes snapping back down to his phone.

“In a way... I guess you could say yes.”

“Care to share?” The manager asked, taking a seat beside him.

“Don’t you dare, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned from his seat. “I swear, I’m going to fire you if you do that.”

“You cannot fire him, Yoongi. That’s not how that works.” His manager forced a smile before looking back at the younger. “Well?”

Hoseok cleared his throat before continuing. “I taught him an English lesson last night when we arrived. And afterward, I went out for a drink because I don’t get jet lag... and well...”

“Well?”

“I crashed on the sofa but he doesn’t believe me.”

“Of course I don’t! I would’ve heard the door-” Yoongi shouted from his seat, the stylists jumping from their spots. Hoseok sent him a dirty glance from his seat, his nose scrunching up.

“He thinks I’m bi, I swear he makes me go insane.”

“YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE!” He countered.

“I DID NOT! YOU JUST TELL YOURSELF THAT WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!” Hoseok yelled back.

“Do you even hear yourself? Me? Drunk? You’re the lightweight here. The bottom!”

Hoseok’s face flushed red as the manager just shook his head.

“That was a TMI.”

“Take that back!” Hoseok wailed, standing up from his seat. “I-I... This is so embarrassing...!”

“I still won’t forget what you did last night.” Yoongi glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Let me explain and you’ll see why.”

“Ugh, not this again...” Hoseok muttered.

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Okay, today, we’re learning how to say ‘I love you’ in English. Ready?”

Yoongi sighed, laying down on his newly made bed.

“I just got arrived in LA and the first thing you want me to do is to study? Really?” He complained, throwing his arms in the air to exaggerate. “Besides, why that phrase? When am I going to use it?”

Hoseok walked out of the bedroom, pulling a chair from the suite kitchen and plopping it down in the room. He waddled over to his backpack, taking out his Ipad before seating himself down.

“Ready?” He asked, completely ignoring the older’s comments.

Yoongi groaned. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m ready.”

“Repeat after me. I. Love. You.”

Yoongi paused, sitting up to stare at his tutor. He sighed once again, shaking his head in annoyance. “Like I said before, I already know how to say that.”

“If you’re that confident then show me. It’s important you say it right to thank all your fans and send your appreciation and love to them.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He spat, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I love you.”

Hoseok smiled from his seat, the stylus of his tablet clinking against his chin. “Okay! That wasn't too bad. But I think you need to pronounce the o-sound more.”

It was unfortunate for Hoseok that Yoongi had said it perfectly, but couldn’t he be selfish for once? Yoongi was rarely the one to woo someone with words despite the fact that he could spit raps and absolutely drag him through the dirt. But, to hear Yoongi say another form of “I love you” melted his heart and soul.

“I. Love. You.” Yoongi repeated, looking up for approval.

“Again.”

“I. Love you.”

“Just one more!” Hoseok smiled.

“I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his eyes twitching and annoyance growing.

“Yes! That was good!”

Yoongi squinted, his eyes darting around in irritation. “How was that any different from the other times I said it?”

“It wasn’t…Hehe.”

Yoongi flushed a red color as he mumbled something under his breath. His bucket hat covered his face as his fingers played with each other.

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Min Yoongi.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t even open my mouth.” Hoseok countered, taking a seat beside him in Hyundai Palisade. “I can’t believe you’re still mad abo-”

“I said, don’t. Do you not know Korean?” Yoongi hissed, completely dressed for his interview with Vogue.

“Fine,” Hoseok responded calmly, folding his arms across his legs. He adjusted his frames, pushing them a bit higher on his face as the car drove off.

“Hello! Welcome! We’re so glad to be here with you today.” The interviewer spoke in the mic, giving a bright smile to the duo. Hoseok sat next to the rapper, a notepad in his hand ready to begin translating.

Yoongi gave a small nod, unaffected by the numerous cameras that surrounded him.

“So how has LA been treating you, Suga?”

Hoseok spoke quickly without missing a beat. “He wants to know how it feels to be in LA so far.”

Yoongi nodded, tilting his head to the side before answering.

“It’s been alright, I guess. It’s somewhat warm even though it’s supposed to be Fall.”

Hoseok scribbled his words down, picking up his microphone to translate. “He says that LA is really warm despite the Autumn weather, but he’s enjoying it.”

The translator smiled before moving onto the next several questions, Hoseok always following without fail.

“So what message were you trying to spread with your latest album?”

A smile crept on Hoseok face at an actual good question, hoping for a positive reaction from his partner.

“What was your goal for this album in terms of the message for your audience?”

Yoongi smiled, his eyes scrunching as he held the mic close to his mouth.

“I wanted to write about the problems I had to persevere through and encourage to whoever listened that they can do the same. As for my raps... it was more of outbursts of emotions that I needed to let out. It was therapeutic.”

It took Hoseok a few seconds longer as he frantically tried to follow up, jointing down important words as he carried the mic to his lips.

“Ah, sorry about that.” Yoongi giggled, to which the interviewer joined along.

“So, Suga said that he wanted to be more transparent with his audience, regardless if they were fans or not. It was about his personal stories to help bring up anyone who was going through similar issues. For his raping tracks, he created them to release emotions he built up over time which was remedial to him.”

“I see, that’s great you’re spreading a positive message.” The interviewer replied back, looking at the remaining questions in his notebook.

Yoongi let out a small “thank you”, before shyly squirming in his seat. Hoseok gave him a smile and a thumbs-up.

“For our next question, do you have a girlfriend? Are you planning to get one soon?”

Hoseok’s translation faltered a second later to which Yoongi immediately noticed, not that he didn’t understand the question. The word ‘girlfriend’ was in everyone’s vocabulary. Hoseok picked up the mic, trying to hide the sadness in his face as he translated it.

“They want to know whether you plan on g-getting a girlfriend or n-not sometime… soon.”

Yoongi sighed internally, knowing the tape was recording his every reaction. He tightly gripped the mic, looking to the side before replying back to Hoseok.

“Tell them I’m not planning on getting a girlfriend because I have a wonderful boyfriend, right, here.”

Hoseok’s cheeks reddened as he refused to meet the older’s eyes. He spoke quickly, hoping to mask the embarrassment building up in his face.

“He said not anytime soon because he wants to focus on his career.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. He pointed to Hoseok, almost suffocating him as he scooched closer to his partner.

“No…!” Yoongi continued to point. ”Boyfriend. Here. He is… him. Him, him, him!”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

Yoongi slid in his hotel card in, listening to the bright electronic sound of the door and the illumination of green light of the lock. He kicked the door open, pulling in Hoseok, his hands bundled in his clothing.

“I’m disappointed.”

“...”

“Do you want to know why I’m disappointed, Hoseokie?”

“No...” He murmured.

“Well too bad. I’m disappointed you didn’t do your job properly as my translator.” He carried the younger through the door, walking slowly in the spacious living room.

“Isn’t it your job to properly translate what I say?”

“Yes, it is.”

“And what did you do?”

“I didn’t translate it properly... but that’s because-!”

“No.” Yoongi cut in, throwing up the bedroom door. “Why’d you change my answer? Was it to save my career? Was it to not lose fans? Or was it because you were ashamed?”

“What- I just didn’t want you to get negative publicit-” Hoseok frantically replied.

“And you thought you knew what’s best for me? Who told you to make a decision for me? Am I not older than you?”

Hoseok remained quiet before Yoongi stopped in the master suite of their room.

“Look at you.” Yoongi grit, tossing him onto the bed as Hoseok’s body bounced before he laid flat. Yoongi climbed on the sheets, locking eyes with Hoseok. “What do I have to do to make you understand that I’m yours? Are you embarrassed by me? Are you so embarrassed that you’d rather lie just to avoid some judgemental eyes from people you don’t even know?”

“N-no… Of course, n-not. I just-” Hoseok whispered, his body feeling weak. The pair collided foreheads as Yoongi ran his tongue over his own lips.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Hoseok stood motionless, just staring up at his partner with his mouth slightly agape. “Don’t you like this?” Yoongi snickered.

Yoongi slowly pushed his knee into Hoseok’s crotch as he let out a grunt. “I thought you liked it when I ordered you around.” He muttered.

“A-ah…” Hoseok panted, his face flushed as he shuffled around nervously.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi whispered near his ear, his hand coming up to his partner’s belt. Hoseok nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’.

“Do you know how long we’ve been together?” Yoongi whispered, throwing the belt onto the floor.

“U-um, t-two years?” Hoseok whimpered as he felt his pants slide down his legs.

“Is that a question?” Yoongi teased before crushing his lips on Hoseok.

“Mmpf.” Hoseok moaned before dragging the older down with him. With a pop, their lips separated. “Maybe two and a half...”

“Yeah, two and a half.” Yoongi cooed, brushing red strands of hair off to the side.

“AH!” Hoseok yelped before he was suddenly flipped on his stomach, his knees propped up to support him up.

“Open the cabinet and pass me the bottle of lube,” Yoongi instructed. Hoseok stretched his arm to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open as Yoongi stared at his back. His muscles stretched and his back curved, revealing an erotic sight.

“Here...” Hoseok muttered to which Yoongi squeezed a generous amount on his hand.

“It’s gonna hurt. You do know that right?”

Hoseok nodded, jutting his ass up in the air. Yoongi took hold on his hips, taking several minutes before he fully submerged himself inside his lover.

“You okay?”

Hoseok nodded again, biting his lip to suppress the pain. Hoseok brought both hands to his mouth when Yoongi began to move, muffling his cries. As Yoongi increased his pace, Hoseok got louder and louder.

“So I wasn’t wrong when I said you’re a bottom,” Yoongi smirked, grabbing hold of Hoseok’s hair.

“N-no, I’m n-not…” Hoseok whined, panting and his entire body shuttering from the pleasure. Yoongi let go of him, Hoseok’s head falling back down.

“You’re not?” Yoongi asked amusingly. “Cause it sure looks like you are right now.” His hips snapped harshly as Hoseok’s body shuttered again, clutching onto the pillow tighter.

“Nnn…No… I’m n-not…” Hoseok moaned, burying his head into the soft cushions. “Ahh… Wait a bit-” Hoseok reached his arm behind, pushing Yoongi’s chest a bit away from him. Yoongi looked at him with delight before grabbing Hoseok’s arms and pulling him onto him even more.

“AHH!” Hoseok cried out, biting his lip as his right hand tightly bundled the sheets underneath him. “Y-yoongi..!” Hoseok shouted, his body meeting his partner’s thrusts. “I can’t… No more. I can’t-”

“No more?” Yoongi grunted, releasing his hold on Hoseok’s arm and placing both hands on his hips. When Hoseok nodded, Yoongi slipped out, breathing hard. “Shit...Hah…” He brushed back strands of his white hair before staring down at Hoseok’s fucked state.

“You... you actually stopped?” Hoseok questioned, slowly breaking out of his daze.

“Of course.” He responded nonchalantly. “You weren’t used to it.”

“Because I’m not a bottom...” Hoseok whined, grabbing at the blankets to cover up his bare body. “Ahh, this is embarrassing...”

“Why?” Yoongi asked, throwing the clothes off the ground and onto his dresser. He pulled a shirt over his head as Hoseok stared at his back.

“I guess I’m still not used to this... Dating a celebrity and all that. I can’t help but feel... small.” Hoseok explained, laying down on the soft pillow.

“I guess... I’m still a person though.” Before Hoseok could reply back, Yoongi stormed into the bathroom.

“Don’t bother me. I still have a problem to fix.”

“Ah... right...”

Before the door shut close, Hoseok ran over, bursting it open.

“Wait! I can actually help with that.”

#sope #yoonseok #yoongi x hoseok #bts fanfiction #bts sope #yoongi #hoseok #bts smut #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts ideas #filth #writing filth

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oh-theatre · 5 years

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Sycamore High: Going Steady (Chapter 26)

A/N: Hey hey look I didn't forget about the others! :) Also I know that thats not how adoption works but... here we are. I know i just posted one but I had to post it!!

summary: Emma and Paul have some news :)

words: 3,000 (I did this on purpose, I was so proud :)

warnings: Swearing, kissing, adoption (idk man)

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“Ok favorite…” Paul pondered for a moment examining the room, Emma's room was bleak but held some items of importance. There were pictures of her and her family scattered on every wall. It was a pretty basic setup, she had a desk by the window, a bed in the middle and a closet. She did, however, have an awesome TV set with many games included. At this point, the pair had exhausted most things and were just searching for anything. He fiddled with his chopsticks, twirling some noodles around them. “Oh! Favorite takeout food!” He exclaimed Emma tilted her head, scrunching her eyebrows before deciding to answer.

“Well…” Now it was her turn to look around. It was a big question, she liked Chinese, obviously. She twirled her own noodles, eating them up before thinking some more. She liked tacos that she and her mom would get on Tuesday. She loved Italian. “Italian,” She said pointing her chopsticks at Paul, he nodded approvingly.

“I would go for sushi, but nice option” He complimented, she laughed nudging him. They sat comfortably atop her bed eating as the TV continued playing the background. Paul, with his mouth full, gestured towards the TV “What mind of ames oo you ave?” He mumbled, Emma raised her eyebrows. He swallowed before trying again. “What kind of games do you have?” She perked up setting down her food. She walked over to a smaller closet under the tv, she opened it to reveal two shelves all lined with games. “Oh absolutely” Paul muttered amazed, he joined her as they perused the games. I like this one.

“What about some classics?” Emma teased holding up her copy of Wii sports. Paul laughed reminiscing about the times he, Ted and Bill would play it. “Oo! Or maybe some ‘Call of Duty’? I mean we probably shouldn't, seeing as video games cause violence”

“She says as she adopts three cats in the sims” Paul commented, she stifled a laugh continuing her game search. Paul does the same his eyes glazed over with excitement at each new game he finds. “Oh yes, South Park? Nice” Paul says dryly “Its Ted's favorite”

“Of course it is” She sighs rolling her eyes “It was either that or he was a ‘My Little Pet Shop’ lover” Emma joked, Paul falls back laughing, he sits up wiping his eyes,

“Don't diss the pet shop Em” He says putting two games back, he pulls another one “No way! Is this is the new ‘Man of Medan’ game?” Paul rushes holding up the game. Emma nods enthused. “Can we play it?” He asks softly, almost pouting.

“Yeah! I haven't played it yet but it looks fun!” She informs. Paul stops, he stares at her.

“Fun? Fun? no … no, Emma, this game is…” He ponders “I actually have no idea it just looks fun” They erupt into laughter, both smiling widely. They plug in the game preparing to play. The game is interesting enough and keeps them both on their feet and alert, probably wasn't the best game to play at night but neither of them cared. They were mostly there for the witty comments Emma made, the absolute confusion Paul displayed and the overall excitement of hanging out together after a long week. The game hit a slow with both of them gaining quite exhausted of the strenuous gameplay and pausing for a break and more food.

“You're not bad Matthews” Emma comments as they clean up their takeout

“Don't flatter me, they are just quick-time events, anyone can do them” Paul remarks as he helps out making their way to the kitchen.

“Falsehood, not everyone can do them, I personally think that QTEs are quite hard but go off” Emma mumbles, Paul chuckles as she ushers him away trying to clean. “Hey, my parents aren't home wanna practice for the musical?” She asks casually. Paul thinks for a moment before shrugging. He had no qualms about this, seemingly beneficial and well… fun.

“Yeah sure, let me go grab my music,” Paul says, Emma nods finishing up the cleaning. She opens her laptop setting up the karaoke as Paul returns briskly holding his binders. She smiles to herself as he seats himself next to her, they begin the track waiting. The song went on smoothly, each person getting into their characters and having too much fun with it. Approaching the last verse Paul had to look at his music having not been great at the final notes.

“And I love you know that I love...you know that I love…” They sang in unison sounding quite nice together Paul looked up to find Emma staring at him. She looked nice, a quiet fury of passion behind her eyes, her hair falling messily on her back. The track continued awaiting Pauls line but he couldn't really speak. Emma tilted her head watching him sweetly, and now he wasn't thinking, He wasn't thinking when he grabbed her face gently pressing their lips together, Emma melted into it kissing back almost instantly. She cupped his own hands that were still placed on her face. She giggled as they pulled away, something Paul could get used to. They stared for a moment both trying to figure out what to say.

“...me too” Paul breathes finishing the song maybe too late. Emma watches as a blush creeps on his face. She laughs lovingly, closing her laptop she turns back to Paul.

“Not bad Matthews, although I don't think we were supposed to kiss” She shrugs, Paul rolls his eyes affectionately “But hey, I could get used to that…” Paul bites his lip as she gets up to put away her computer. He follows her standing quickly, he takes her hand stopping her. “Paul?” She asks cautiously. He puts on his best smolder.

“Emma Perkins” Did his voice get higher? “Would you consider…” Emma would be lying if she said her heart hadn’t skipped a beat as she listened expectantly “Going steady with me?” he asked barely keeping it together. Emma laughed pushing him slightly.

“God you're such a dweeb” She comments lovingly, he nods agreeing. She pauses making herself more formal. “But of course! I'd love to” She says putting on her best accent. He laughs moving closer, he wraps his arms around her hips looking down at her, she follows his lead wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You're short,” He notices, she frowns sighing, throwing her head back. He laughs placing a hand on her chin pulling her close kissing her softly once more. They pull away, he frowns “Nope, still short” She rolls her eyes groaning pushing away from him.

“I take it back,” She mutters already walking away from him, he jumps following her.

“No, take backs!” He shouts as he grabs her carefully smothering with tickles. She can't help but giggle. She slaps his arms away softly turning back to him, smiling.

“The first rule of…” She gestures between then “this, no tickling. Got it?” He nods frantically. She smiles, I like this.

~~~

Sherlock, John, and Lestrade

Paul: Hey Ted! Guess what! No more making fun of me just cause you and Tommy are all smushy

Ted: First of all, please never use the word smushy ever again, second what the fuck are you talking about?

Bill: Hello, I am present

Paul: Hey Bill. And Ted for your information, Emma and I are ...going steady

Ted:...

Ted: Can I block him? Bill, can I block him?

Bill: No you may not, and congratulations Paul.

Paul: Thank you, Bill, at least someone here is not self-centered

Ted: Hey! It's called self-love...not that I have any of that

Bill: Ditto

Paul: Oh? Mood

Bill: Anyway, how did it happen?

And so Paul told them, sparing only a few details hed like to keep to himself. It was exciting and fun to recall to his friends.

Ted: That's cute, and very cliche

Paul: Yes it is, and I have no regrets

Paul: Don't you dare

Ted: No ragrets

Bill: YOLO

Paul: I hate you both so much.

Ted: :)

Bill: :)

Paul: Anyway what's going on in your lives?

Ted: Nothing much

Bill: Besides homework and rehearsal for the play I have no interesting topics for discussion.

Paul: In other words…

Ted: Nothing much. :)

Bill: Yes

Ted: Oh you know what! There is something…

Paul: Oo! What? Is Tommy secretly a furry

Ted: …

Ted: Please for the love of all that is holy Bill let me blOCK HIM

Bill: -bill is offline-

Ted: oH power move

Ted: -ted is offline-

Paul: I am so lonely...I have nobody...all on my own!

Paul: wait Ted wat was your thing

~~~

“WELL HELLO TRAITORS!” Paul shouted as he walked up to his friends by the locker. Both Bill and Ted groaned covering their ears. Paul pushed past them both opening his locker, he shoved some things inside continuing his conversation. “Hey, what's dat” He asks gesturing towards the hot drink in Ted's hand.

“Hot chocolate” he smiles “I'm meeting Tommy, we both have free periods so we’re gonna hang out in the library and study” Paul and Bill smile at the happy look on Teds. They go to continue but Emma interrupts walking up to the group followed by Charlotte.

“Is it good today or bad?” Paul asks leaning in, Emma rolls her eyes nudging him. She eyes the group which has now fallen silent and are now staring at the pair. “Ok, that's not happening, it didn't happen with Tommy and Ted, and it's not happening with me and Emma”

“Emma and I” Bill corrected stuffing his face in his book. Ted stifled a laugh as Paul glared at them

“What didn't happen with Ted and I?” Tommy asked curiously walking up to the group, subtly interlacing his hands with Teds. Ted smiled at him greeting him.

“Thank you” Bill mumbled once more at the correct grammar, Ted giggled.

“Nothing” Paul muttered, Emma sighed watching him “Well the whole gangs here…”

“Astute observation Paul! You really are a genius” Emma commented, her tone bright and fake. Paul pouted much to the group's amusement.

“Hey, we’re dating now you can't make fun of me” He frowned, Emma, smiled coyly, taking his hands.

‘Can and will” She said “Alright we have history so we out,” Emma said dragging away her boyfriend from the group, Paul following with no qualms, the group laugh waving them off.

“They're cute” Tommy commented sweetly. Charlotte nodded agreeing she checked her own watch perking up.

“Gotta go!” She said rushing away after mumbling goodbyes. And then there were three. Bill still had his face in a book only half-paying attention to what was going on. Ted sighed pushing his book down, laying it flat Bill looked up slightly irritated.

“Can I help you?” He asked curtly, Ted knew it wasn't directed at him.

“Bill, you gotta go to class” Ted reminded, Bill, checked his watch nodding. He, just as the others had done, waved the two goodbye and disappeared into the buzzing hallways.

“And then there were two!” Tommy giggled, Ted smiled squeezing his hand “To the library?” Ted nodded and let Tommy lead him through the halls, into the library, into a secluded corner, with books, beanbags, and a small table. They set their things down and got comfortable.

“For you,” Ted said handing him the hot drink, Tommy smiled taking it enthused.

“Thank you!” Ted nodded grabbing his things from his bag, he wouldn't meet Tommy's eyes “Whatcha workin on?” Tommy asked setting his cup down, grabbing his own things. “I've got some chem to do and then-”

“They want to adopt me” Ted blurted, quietly but urgent. Oh, Tommy thought, and here I was going on about chemistry,

~~~

“Chad” Greg greeted nodding curtly to the man, he turned his voice becoming softer “Henry” Chad sighed stroking his chin, Henry didn't acknowledge the man as he continued grading papers. Chad leaned in whispering just enough for Greg to hear.

“Was it Jreg? I can't remember” He teases, Henry laughs, a full laugh clearly something he's been holding in for days. Greg groaned plopping his things down next to them. “Did we invite him? I don't remember inviting him” Chad comments poking his salad. Henry shook his head thinking.

“I don't either, odd” He turned to face Greg finally “I don't remember inviting you hmm..” Greg watched the two, why was he so adamant about tearing them down?

“Children, actual children” He muttered opening his lunch.

“He says as if he didn't kiss my husband” Chad mumbled, Henry’s eyes went wide, almost bulging trying not to laugh once more. “It's like that show… what's it called? Based on the Archie comics?” Chad snapped trying to remember, Henry, shrugged he only really watched crime tv or medical shows.

“Riverdale?” Greg added helpfully, Chad snickered.

“Of course you would know what its called” Henry muttered, going through another test. Chad nodded approvingly. A beep went off and Henry and Chad checked their phones. “Love” Henry tapped his watch with the end of his pencil

“Ah yes,” Chad said packing his things “I must go” he stood making his way to the door, not before Henry planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned towards Greg “Try not to kiss my husband while you're at it” He added mockingly before promptly leaving, giving Greg no chance at a rebuttal.

“We’ll see about that” Greg muttered a little too loud. Henry eyed him and packed up his things, leaving his own classroom without a word.

~~~

“It's so boring Em” paul groaned as he sat down at their lunch table, Emma chuckled stroking his hair lovingly. ‘History is boring” Ted and Tommy soon joined, eyeing the pair.

“What's up with him?” Ted asked Tommy, nodded agreeing. Charlotte, Bill and an unexpected guest of Sam sat down as well. Emma ignored Sam, turning back to Ted.

“You heard the man, History was boring” She shrugged, Paul sighed sadly leaning on Emma, resting on her shoulder. She patted him “There there” The group laughed collectively moving on. “Hey is everyone called for rehearsal today?” She asked as Paul sat up both opening their lunches. Charlotte quickly grabbed her journal flipping the pages.

“Yes! Everyone is called, we are doing a full run-through of the songs and then we are blocking the opeening” She informed excited, Emma smiled at her. She then finally glared at Sam, returning her soft gaze at Charlotte. Very hot and cold.

“Thanks, Lottie” She popped a chip in her mouth. The group continued on with the polite conversation, everyone doing their own thing. Bill sat on the left side of the table reading his book occasionally looking up and eating or participating. Ted sat to his left, actively engaging in conversation making jokes, and loving insults at people. Tommy sat to his left working on his music, marking it, eating sometimes and chiming in to reel Ted in or to watch the group. Emma and Paul sat at the head of the table, Emma closest to Bill, Paul closest to Charlotte on the right side. Emma led the conversation constantly throwing out ideas and topics, practically eating and talking at the same time. Paul did much of the same but much more quiet. Charlotte rebutted the conversation, always excited to share and talk to the group, eating neatly. Then there was Sam, he didn't fit in. He constantly tried to gain momentum in their conversation but they had all built him up in their heads as this egotistical, annoying human. And he did nothing to prove them wrong, making backhanded compliments, shutting down ideas, insulting them. Ted, Emma, and Paul could handle it they were instigators, but then he would move on to Tommy, Bill or Charlotte and they just didn't understand. Emma wasted no time telling Charlotte as soon as Sam left for the bathroom.

“He's being so mean! Lottie, you know I love you and I said I would...support whatever this is” She tried to hide her disturbed feelings, Charlotte listened. “But he's insulting you, and that's not a relationship!” Charlotte felt her heart pull, Emma was right, but she was always right and for once Charlotte wanted to be right. She loved Emma but this was her thing, she brought Sam into their lives and…

“What do you know about relationships?” Charlotte rebutted, no no! That's not what I wanted, She thought. “You date a guy for one day and suddenly you're the guru? Newsflash Emma-

“I'm sorry” Emma cut in calmly, the boys watched the two feeling themselves grow hot with nerves. “You're right, but I just want you to be ok” She admitted, she shrugged standing up. Paul went to follow but she shook her head. “I'll see you guys later” Charlotte sunk, Sam returned but she didn't stay. She ran after Emma.

~~~

Gucci Gang

Ted: Hey...Emma, Charlotte...is everything… Gucci now?

Paul: Can I block him? Bill, can I block him?

Bill: No you may not, and to put it in...simpler terms is everything alright?

Charlotte: yes, we have some stuff we need to talk about…

Emma: But we’re ok

Tommy: Oh yay!

Ted: you're so cute

Ted:...

Ted; The one...was supposed to stay in here.

Charlotte: Hehe, I will see you guys at rehearsal!

Emma: Ditto, gotta go grab some snacks. Anyone want anything?

Ted: Ill take some bleach

Bill: Ted, no

Tommy: No Ted

Ted: And once again, I am out

Paul: Yeah I gotta talk to my sister, see y'all later

Emma: I'M DATING A COWBOY, MOM I DID IT. Anyway, I'll just grab everyone something

Tommy: Bye!

Bill: It seems it is just us now

Tommy: Well I've got nothing to do till rehearsal, wanna go to the library and play a game of chess?

Bill: That is a satisfactory past time, I would love to.

Ted: You guys are so adorably nerdy

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